Dragon Little - the small, human girl whose real name was Joy Shelley, not yet five years old - stood with her arms and hands shaking in the middle of a pool of blood. She was covered with blood, none of which was her own, and the pool of red around her was twice the length of her arms. Beyond that and all around the pool was the mangled and slashed body of the giant, flying octopus that had kidnapped her. 

Her sword and small laser pistol lay behind her in the pool of blood. 

She breathed hard and did not move. 

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Dragon Father sounded worried, “Oh, no. Do you remember what happened last time?” 

Dragon Little looked up at him, freezing in place. 

“The last time you did this, the Snot Eater came. I think every time someone picks her nose, his little pieces in the ocean come back together. After a few times, he’ll be back, and he might take you again.”

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There were sounds of things being moved around, things being opened and closed. “Look, a special candy, just for you. It’s a gum made out of snot. Here. Try it. It is the best!”

“If you’re trying to poison me, my daddy will--”

“Bah, it isn’t poison, it’s candy! Here, I’ll take one, too! Come on! Your daddy will never know. Come on!”

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I sometimes think about how different Dragon Little’s life is from the lives of all other little girls. She is an ordinary girl, after all, like all others, cursed with being born in the Dream for a reason she does not know. And I think… What do other girls who were not born in the dream do during the day?

I do not know for all I have seen are dreams. Is Dragon Little’s life on a pirate ship battling villains with her father - is that how children spend their time? I think not. The few I have seen in my long life have rarely dreamed about such things.

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“You need a call sign--No, not a call sign. A signature.”

“Siggature?”

“Like something you say when you attack bad guys, to put fear into them. Or when you leave and you say you’ll be back.” 

Dragon Little was looking at him and shaking her head. 

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“I already showered,” she said quickly. Since a few months previously, they had a small shower next to her cabin, with a curtain and a showerhead permanently there. So it was possible for her to have done what she said. On the other hand, her hair, face, and neck were all full of dried goblin blood from yesterday’s battle.

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They were on the deck of Bonny’s Revenge. Dragon Little taking a shower was still an event that happened once every three days or so. It was no longer a fight whether to shower or not - it was a fight about how effective it would be if Dragon Little did it all herself. 

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Dragon Father was furious over the mess on Bonny’s Revenge’s deck. While he was gone for hours (in his waking world), Bonny’s Revenge had been parked near the beach of an island. Dragon Little, now three and a half years old, had transported beach sand to the deck and played with it. A lot of beach sand. 

“You just turned the deck into a beach! That’s what you did!”

Dragon Little shrugged. 

Dragon Father opened the book. He looked at it, but for some reason could not read it. 

“What’s going on?” he said to himself. He turned a page. My sharp eyes could see from high above: The writing was foggy. 

He moved the book closer to his eyes and further from his eyes. “Why can’t I see what it says?”

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When she came out, he was sitting down, his back leaning on the deck.

He was emotionally exhausted, and so was she. 

“Come here,” he said, spreading his arms. 

She made an angry face, then walked towards him. She fell into him and hugged him as he hugged her. 

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