But then I saw something.

Dragon Little noticed it before me, and I followed her gaze.

A familiar flying pirate ship emerged from behind the moon, and flew towards Dragon Little.

I perked up, ready to perhaps take action.

It was the pirate ship of Captain Badass, the one villain who was ever able to escape the Infinite Prison, and escape it repeatedly.

Dragon Father was gone for the next sixteen or seventeen hours. She would be unprotected… except for me.

I stood up in my hiding place… but I waited.

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“Okay. Climb.” Dragon Father ordered Dragon Little.

They both stood near the mast of Bonny’s Revenge. At the end of the day’s adventure, Dragon Father had promised to show Dragon Little something “really cool”. They had then flown up in Bonny’s Revenge to outer space, and Dragon Father stopped the ship between Earth and the moon.

Dragon Father pointed up, and Dragon Little climbed the mast.

“Great! Now into the crow’s nest!”

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Dragon little had begged, demanded, begged, then demanded again to get into the stream and swim. Dragon Father allowed her to do it for only half an hour, while the witches waited in the pub called The Green Dragon. And, yes, I do believe Dragon Father was thinking of me when he created that pub out of nothing.

Now the half hour had passed, and Dragon Father lowered the rope ladder to one side of the river.

“Joy!” he yelled again. She was so engrossed in her game that she hadn’t seemed to hear him.

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Dragon Little couldn’t stop jumping up and down once she and Dragon Father emerged from the land of the tooth fairies and back into the deck of Bonny’s Revenge.

“That was awesome that was awesome that was awesome that was awesome!”

Dragon Father looked at her and smiled the way he had the entire day, happy that he could give her such a joyful day.

“Did you see when I bumped into them? Boom!” she mimicked the day’s action on her father, slamming into him.

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“Aaaaaaaaaah!” Dragon Little was rolling down the steep cliff dressed in and protected by a giant ball of foamy, padded clothes.

The Tooth Fairy flew above her, and next to the Tooth Fairy was Dragon Father on his jetpack.

This had been the adventure Dragon Little had been waiting for six months for.

“It’s going to be all right, little pirate!” The Tooth Fairy boomed at her with her loud voice. “You are now representing all tooth fairies in a battle of honor!”

“Whaaaaaaaaaat?” Dragon Little’s voice was dropping as she kept dropping.

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Dragon Little was already giggling without being able to stop when a clothes rack was brought in for the Tooth Fairy.

I have never seen Dragon Little laugh so much and never seen her unable to stop herself from laughing for so long.

The Tooth Fairy, short and loud and oblivious to the fact that Dragon Little was laughing.

“All right,” she shouted in what was probably her soft voice. “Gotta prepare you for battle. There’s gonna be a lot of bumpiness in this adventure so we need you well-padded.”

Dragon Little nodded, even though I believe she did not understand what the Tooth Fairy meant.

“Let’s dress her up as a CUBE!” The Tooth Fairy boomed.

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The Tooth Fairy was short, stout, and very very loud.

“Tooth Fairy,” Dragon Father said, “This is my daughter Joy.”

“Joy the pirate!” she boomed in one of her softest voices. “I’ve been waiting for you for ages!”

She put her strong fingers into each of Joy’s shoulders. “Your father says you’re good in a fight!”

Dragon Little was smiling. “Yes, Miss Fairy.”

“Yeah, but do you bounce?” The Tooth Fairy boomed again.

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The Tooth Tree sprouted within a minute.

Dragon Little and Dragon Father looked at it, standing on the barren sand of Tooth Island.

The sprout thickened into a massive vine, multiplied into multiple vines, and all the vines skyrocketed upwards, meshing into each other, jutting out, then getting entangled again, as if in a competition to get higher faster.

A doorway opened in the sky, a bright light and seemingly a tear within the fabric of space.

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Tooth Island had not been there, on Earth’s ocean, until Bonny’s Revenge reached it. It was summoned by the dreamer without his knowledge.

They parked Bonny’s Revenge at the edge of the small island. It was a small, barren island.

“Why is this called Tooth Island?” Dragon Little looked around. “There’s nothing here.”

“Do you have your tooth?”

She showed it to him.

“Dig a small hole and bury it.”

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Five and a half year old Dragon Little was asleep on the deck, back leaning against the mast, head leaning back.

Her mouth and chin were still showing the dried remains of the little blood that had fallen come out of her mouth when her tooth was knocked out. He let out a small laugh and leaned down next to her.

In her hand, between her fingers, she was holding her tooth.

“Joy, Joy,” he said gently.

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“Joy…” Dragon Father said, his voice full of foreboding, “Did you jump in front of the broom so it would hit you?”

“I didn’t jump,” she said simply.

“Did you move when it came closer so it would hit you in the face?”

She shrugged. “I donnoe.”

“Joy… did you get hit on the face on purpose so you could lose a tooth?”

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The trouble began when the Wicked Witch fell off her flying broom, struck in the shoulder by Dragon Father’s laser.

The Wicked Witch fell, and the flying broom swung out of control, heading in circles in all directions in the air.

Dragon Little, still five and a half years old, stood next to her father and watched the broom lose control, come closer, further away, closer, and then suddenly whiz by her, striking her in the face as it turned around.

“Joy!”

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“Look, Dad, look.”

She and dragon Father were hiding behind barrels of rum on a dock, waiting for the pirates to arrive.

“What?”

She moved her shaky tooth to one side of her mouth. The tooth was now completely horizontal.

“Yai yai yai! Don’t show that to me!” Dragon Father shivered. “That’s--I can’t take that!”

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Dragon Little was five years old, when she stepped out of her cabin, shortly after being woken up, went to Dragon Father and said, “Dad, something’s wrong with my tooth.”

“Huh?” He turned around. It was one of his calmer mornings, where he would just lean on railing and look at the horizon silently.

“Look,” she opened her mouth and showed him one of her front teeth. “This one.”

“Does it hurt?”

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She hopped off the ship, went to the edge of the cloud, and peered down without fear.

It was quite a distance downwards.

She then took off her pants and panties, crouched down, and peed into the air.

She stood up, put her pants and panties back on, and looked down at the water falling.

Then she smiled.

I have seen that mischievous smile many times before.

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Dragon Father parked a few meters above the ground.

“We have to prepare for a big battle, Joy,” Dragon Father told her, jumping off Bonny’s Revenge.

Dragon Little who was never able to make jumps or flip-flops in the air like her father, climbed down the rope ladder.

They made their way in, past the wooden sign ‘Ye Olde Weapons Shoppe’, and out of my eyesight.

My sharp dragon ears still heard everything that happened.

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Dragon Little took the ship in close, but did not land.

The ship hovered above the shop. The clients were gone, the parking lot was empty. But almost everyone disappeared when Dragon Father woke up. She no doubt considered the fact that there were probably no clerks and sellers in the store.

She climbed the plank and looked down, feet keeping her balance with confidence.

She stood there for another few minutes, considering what she should do.

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Dragon Little was excited to go into the store again. She was 3 years old this time.

“Joy. Do NOT touch anything,” Dragon Father warned her ahead of time.

“A-ha,” she nodded happily.

“No, no, you’re not hearing me,” he said again and slower. “Do not touch ANY of the weapons. Not those you like. Not those you don’t like. You don’t touch the shelves. You don’t touch the lights. You don’t touch the people. You. Touch. Nothing.”

“A-ha,” she nodded just as happily, eyes sparkling.

“A-ha,” he seemed to lack confidence in her words. “What did I just say?”

“Ah… Don’t touch… something?”

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