Final post...

"When there's a gathering, there'll surely be a departure."

Stray does not stay around. Its wanderlust calls it to travel forth, and never stay at a spot for too long. It has stayed to watch the situation where the sailor sails upon a tattered ship, his attention no longer on the maintenance of his precious ship but on the mermaid swimming round his ship.

Stray has stayed for it worries that the mermaid would fall first due to her expenditure of energy to keep up with the sailor and his ship. When the mermaid has grown stronger, Stray has decided to leave then.

Yet now, Stray sees something else which he may not be certain of even as of now. The possibility has not occurred to it recently so much so concerned over the mermaid Stray is. That it was not the mermaid who had bewitched the sailor. That it was not the sailor who has kept the mermaid about his ship. That it was not love which has ensnared the mermaid. But the very fact that the mermaid has bewitched and ensnared herself.

Stray shook its head, its fur rustling. What it can help, it will always be there to help. What it cannot help, it will not be able to help of course. Stray sets course for its trip, wanderlust calling it forth away from this blog...