#Chapter 152: Where’s My Baby?

Almara’s Pov I finally catch a fish. I pop up from the water and wave my arms in the air. “Did you see that?” I call out frantically to Arthur and Grace who are sitting on the shore watching and cheering me on. Well, technically I caught a fish before with Arthur’s help, but this one I got all by myself. Arthur lets out a howl of approval and I see Grace try to mimic him and I sound my own back. Arthur was right, we do rule this land. I swim my way back over to them, water dripping off of me and chest panting. “I’m starving.” I say and toss the dead fish on to the pile with others. “So are we.” Arthur says poking Graces belly. “Ready to make a fire and cook them?” “Not quite.” I say. “Now it’s my turn to teach you something.” I pick up a fish and let it’s slimy tail tangle between my fingers. “Do you have a knife?” Arthur raises his eyebrow at me and instead of offering a knife he gives me his claw. I show him how to properly clean the fish. First is to snap open the jaw and sc