Johnny looked down at his feet. No change yet.
Ezekial Flint looked down at his feet. No change yet.
"Ok, when is this gonna work, brother?" Johnny asked.
"It will." Ezekial FLint said. "I know what I'm doing. We'll be feeling fishy soon enough. Trust me."
Johnny just stared speechlessly, as Ezekial Flint grinned. "Besides," he said, "When will you ever get a chance to do this again?"
The two of them stared out at the vastness of the ocean.
“I tell ye, it’ll be great when we become fish-like.” Ezekial said to Johnny. He sighed, wriggling his ten toes.
"Ye know, it makes me wish that I could become a merperson too, like ye. It's always been a dream of mine, since i was a lad."
It was then he heard a loud hiss noise, then he and his brother saw their feet swelling up, like balloons.
"What the-?"
suddenly, with a sudden pop, Johnny gasped. his feet had became webbed!
on his feet his toes had webbing in between,
and his toenails were nowhere to be seen.
And with another sudden pop, Ezekial’s feet had become webbed too!
on his feet his toes had webbing in between,
and his toenails were nowhere to be seen.
“See.” Ezekial said, wriggling his webbed toes. “We became fish-like; like we planned it.”
Johnny stared at his webbed feet.
“Webbed feet be the first sign of a fish tf, ye know!” Ezekial chuckles, giving his brother a noogie.