[SierraHigh]

"It's been hurting for awhile, yeah. Maybe I'm just not as equipped as you guys are to do this..." He paused. "Maybe it's because I'm on land all the time walking. I bet if I had a tail like you guys it wouldn't be such a big hassle." Greyson huffed at the thought. The closest he could get to that was sitting in the bath. "It doesn't bother me but... I live in a completely different part of the world. I'd feel terrible asking him to follow me, and I definitely can't stay here." His parents and friends back home in New York would worry, and he still had to finish school. Greyson wasn't sure if Proteus would be willing to make the trip from the coast of Africa all the way to the states. It was insane. He was about to continue before the boat seemed to tip to the side suddenly, a result of the captain being lifted from the wheel. Greyson was thrown off balance and inhaled sharply when he was thrown from his spot in the wall, crashing onto the floor instead, luckily able to just barely catch himself by his forearms. Now they were scraped up. He pushed himself up to his hands and knees slowly, gritting his teeth. "That's not good."