Chapter 386: Whirlpool (10)
Zzzzt.
Just like that, the creature dipped its head—as if offering a final farewell.
Was I really going to let it go like this?
Giving up? That’s a word you use when making kimchi, not one you’ll find in Spicy Fabre’s dictionary.
Because Spicy Fabre’s dictionary isn’t some kind of all-purpose encyclopedia—it’s a venomous creature’s guidebook, nothing more, nothing less.
And so, I grabbed the creature, clearly about to leave, under the not-so-shabby excuse that its wound hadn’t been properly treated yet.
“Trying to leave already? I took out the spine, sure, but the wound still isn’t healed. Your gills are where you pull in water—it’ll get infected, and that’s gonna hurt like hell.
We’ve got kids on our boat who can treat it. Come with us, just until then. You can leave after we fix you up.”
That wasn’t some half-baked excuse either.
Fish gills actually are the parts most exposed to bacteria. They're delicate and easily infected.
Even if I’m no fish expert, that much I knew.
Fish filter water through their gills to breathe—so naturally, that’s the part in constant contact with whatever nasty stuff’s floating around.