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The ship swayed widely in the ocean waves, echoing creaking sounds down the metal passageways. A kangaroo crewmate whistled as he swept alone in the hull of the ship, pushing boxes back into place. Suddenly, a little sound caught his ear. "Dang mice must be trying to stow away again. Not on my ship," he thought proudly. He was a young family man, making very little sailing the seas to help save up for an apartment with his wife, back in Herbitos. As he pushed a large crate out of the way, he was surprised. A baby, no, an infant, lay tangled up in a basket, a small, handmade blanket wrapped around him. The man stared in shock until finally the baby, cooing as if everything in life was fine, noticed him and started crying immediately. "Shh shh shh," he hurried, dropping his broom and rushing over. "Nobody should hear you here, who knows what they would do," he said, looking over his shoulder towards the light from the hall. "How in Belto..." He looked around. At a glance, no one else was there, but he checked behind the rest of the crates just to make sure, then returned to the little one. "It's a good thing it only takes a few hours to get to the islands," he said quietly, putting his finger in the now quiet baby's hand. "But no doubt about it. You're a tiger. And I'm afraid the world doesn't look too high on your kind right now... I doubt anyone would take you around here." He sat still a moment, then sighed. "But I can't have them throw you overboard. After all, it's not like you did anything. Now where can I keep you until we get to Triax?"

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The ship swayed widely in the ocean waves, echoing creaking sounds down the metal passageways. A kangaroo crewmate whistled as he swept alone in the hull of the ship, pushing boxes back into place. Suddenly, a little sound caught his ear. "Dang mice must be trying to stow away again. Not on my ship," he thought proudly. He was a young family man, making very little sailing the seas to help save up for an apartment with his wife, back in Herbitos. As he pushed a large crate out of the way, he was surprised. A baby, no, an infant, lay tangled up in a basket, a small, handmade blanket wrapped around him. The man stared in shock until finally the baby, cooing as if everything in life was fine, noticed him and started crying immediately. "Shh shh shh," he hurried, dropping his broom and rushing over. "Nobody should hear you here, who knows what they would do," he said, looking over his shoulder towards the light from the hall. "How in Belto..." He looked around. At a glance, no one else was there, but he checked behind the rest of the crates just to make sure, then returned to the little one. "It's a good thing it only takes a few hours to get to the islands," he said quietly, putting his finger in the now quiet baby's hand. "But no doubt about it. You're a tiger. And I'm afraid the world doesn't look too high on your kind right now... I doubt anyone would take you around here." He sat still a moment, then sighed. "But I can't have them throw you overboard. After all, it's not like you did anything. Now where can I keep you until we get to Triax?"