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It was a pretty easy task, keeping things entertaining, especially because there was always a lot to be done around the cruise. There were hundreds of planned activities every day, making the hardest part to just choose what you wanted to do.

Morel was up for most things, though he’d experienced most of what the cruise had to offer as well, which was a shame when everything was a completely new experience for you. It was useful in some ways, since he knew all the good spots, but nothing really surprised him and there were some things he didn’t want to do.

For example, when you'd eventually proposed going for a swim, he'd refused, stating that he had a bit of an allergy for chloride. Coming to terms with the fact you’d probably brought your swimsuit for nothing, the two of you instead sat down on the main deck and watched out over the sea, Morel sharing facts and stories of aquatic life.

It seemed to be his passion, and you listened with uncontained glee, telling yourself to listen to some podcasts on the matter so you'd perhaps be able to talk along eventually instead of just listening.

Still, as Morel looked out over the ocean and told you of all its wonders, you found yourself noticing the way he longingly stared in the distance, his broad arms leaning over the railing to get as close as possible to the miracles he was describing. 

“Why’d you take this job?” You eventually asked. “You don’t seem to like the cruise very much.”

“I like the cruise when you’re here.”

Trying to ignore the way that made you blush and smile, you continued. “You know that’s not what I mean. Being on this ship all year round must be.. weird.”

“Yeah, well.” He sighed, tapping his index finger on the metal railing. “Just like you want to do something else in the future, I also want to get out of here as soon as possible.”

“Well, what do you want to do instead?” 

“I don’t really know. I’ve worked here too long to know exactly.” Pushing his sunglasses back up, the accessory only having shifted a tiny bit forward, he shared his thoughts. “I think I’d just go to a harbor and see if there was any work. I have a lot of friends in Kakin port, so I’d probably go there first, see if there’s something more interesting to do out here on the sea then accompanying this drifting piece of neon.”

“Ah, a true man of the sea.” He looked at you as you said this, the words resonating deeper than you could imagine. “I was already thinking you’d say something like that. You seem like the type to one day just grab a ship and sail off into the distance. It’d suit you.”

“You think so?” His smile was a bit less wistful as he gazed out. “I think you might be right. Sailing is pretty fun, if the weather is right.”

“Yeah! And you can fish all day and sunbathe.” You laughed a bit. “I don’t actually know how much work sailing is, but my heart is telling me it’s easy.”

“It’s a bit tricky at first, but once you get the hang of it, it becomes a very nice routine. I don’t think you’d get very far if all you did was fishing and sunbathing, though.” A few people crossed behind the two of you, and you had to press against the railing to let them pass, resuming your conversation the second you could stand normally again. “You’d need some sucker to do all the work for you.”

“In that case,” You proposed. “I’ll win the lottery, hire you to do it all for me, and voilà, problem solved. I’ll sunbathe for the both of us.”

“Problem solved.” He repeated, liking the idea more then he let on.

It was quiet for a few moments, the both of you enjoying the sun and the slight breeze. It was warm, but not hot enough to feel suffocating or burning, just enough to feel warmth all the way through your skin and a soft glow in your hair.

You eventually broke the silence, your eyes fixated on the white and plentiful clouds, loving the way they looked yet cursing them out whenever they blocked the sun.  

“If you really hate this job so much and want to leave, then why don’t you do so?”

“This place made me sign a very stupid contract.” You made a noise of understanding. Morel continued, though he wasn’t sure how he was going to tell you this without it seeming a bit odd. Still, he wanted to tell you, the constant dishonesty he was feeding you unlike him. He prided himself on being an honest man. “They also... stole something from me.”

“Stole?”

“Yeah. It’s a bit of a sore subject, so I’m sorry if I don’t say all that much about it, but my boss took something from me when I first started here and hasn’t given it back yet.” He was being a bit liberal with the truth, but it was still something. He was still confiding in you. “Have you seen that box they have in the front of the ship, the black one?” 

“Oh! I’ve read the plaque in front of it. It’s the good luck charms for safe passage right?”

“Yeah,” The first few days Morel had been here, he’d stood dead still in front of it, not letting the part of his soul  leave his sight even once. It had been a mix of shock at being caught and disbelief. How could he have been caught? “It’s pretty normal among sailors to have a few good luck charms aboard, but I made the stupid mistake of losing one of my own, a pretty big tooth I, uh, found a long time ago.” 

Morel sighed and looked away, making you realize that this was indeed very important to him. “I can’t leave it behind, but they won’t let me take it back either.”

“Hmm. Because they think it’s a cool sight for the tourists?” You were getting mad on his behalf. “That’s such bullshit.”

“Imagine if someone took your family heirloom and threw it on the roof, but you can’t grab it yourself because you’ll get arrested.” Morel looked away for a while before chuckling at his own comparison. “That’s an awful comparison, I’m sorry. Do you get the gist, though?”

“Why can’t you take it back though?” You pointed at the point of the ship, the small box with a glass pane literally only surrounded by a fence and a small warning sign. “It doesn’t seem that highly guarded. Just one tap on the glass and boom. Free stuff.”

Not able to tell you that he couldn’t get it back unless it was explicitly given back, he shrugged. “I don’t want to give them an excuse to fire me.”

“Even though you want to quit?”

“Even though I want to quit, yeah. It’s a bit... complicated.’

A stupid idea popped up in your head as he said it, but you immediately tried to push it down, knowing how much trouble such a stunt would bring you.

Morel looked over the ocean, his lips tugging down as he gazed into the blue, his body yearning to jump overboard and feel the salt on his skin again, taste the cold water and the endless void that lingered right underneath this human contraption. You only noticed him zoning out for a bit, but did see he wasn’t feeling too well. 

Pushing himself away from the railing, Morel walked casually to the inside of the boat, looking over his shoulder when you didn’t immediately follow. Catching the hint, you sped up to meet him, earning you a soft chuckle as he put both his hands in his pockets. You didn’t know where exactly he was going, but he still seemed a bit out of it, so you decided to see if you could do anything about cheering him up.

“You want to do something?” You asked, looking at your phone to check the time. There was still a few hours left before the boat would arrive at Zaban City, so it would be a waste to just spend them doing nothing, especially when it seemed clear Morel needed some distraction. “It’s still a few hours till we get to the port.”

“You going to see the sights?”

“I think so.” You’d seemingly made a wrong assumption, since you’d imagined from the moment the two of you started hanging out that he would accompany you during the stops. Nevertheless, you decided you should just ask anyway, to be sure. 

“Would you like to come with me?” You tried not to look to hopeful, but were already imagining walking down the streets together, grabbing dinner in some bistro and then retiring back to the boat, with a warm belly filled with good food and memories. “I heard there’s a market in town that’s supposed to be really cool.”

“I can’t go off-board, I’m afraid.” He shot you an apologetic glance and pointed to himself. “Still an employee.”

“Oh. That sucks.” You said, more to yourself than to Morel.

He smiled. “It’s fine. I’ll enjoy myself here, you can go and explore Zaban City for me.”

But... you didn’t really want to, now. Walking around a city by yourself was kind of fun, but you’d much rather spend it with him, even if it meant forfeiting your shot at feeling solid land again. Searching the guts to tell him, and hoping he didn’t find you too desperate and needy, you looked for the words.

“Uhm... In that case,” Maybe you could say you were afraid of being alone in the city, or something like that? It felt wrong to lie, but you really wanted to spend some more time with him. “Maybe I can stay here with you? It would be boring to go into the city by myself.”

He looked surprised. “You sure? Don’t feel obligated on my behalf.”

That’s not what you wanted him to say. “No, it’s not like that, I’d feel a bit weird going out by myself. I’d have a better time here with you, I think.”

“In that case,” Morel pointed to the movie theater, where you’d just arrived, the outside display screen showing that a movie called ‘A True Saint’ would be playing in a few minutes. Cringing, you remembered that to be the god awful medical drama movie with the dog. “There’s probably no one there, you want to watch it and make fun of it?”

You laughed softly, and nodded.

“I’d love to.”

The theatre was completely empty, so the two of you could hog the best seats, your feet resting on top of the seats in front of you.

In the end, while you two did end up making fun of about half the film, the other was spent making out, your own seat quickly vacated in favor of Morel’s lap. When the credits played and an overworked staff member shooed the two of you out, you could barely contain your laughter until outside the movie theater.

The mellow vibe was interrupted by Morel’s phone going off. Instead of pocketing it and deciding to call back later, he quickly saw that it was his ‘handler’ who was calling. Ignoring her again could bring trouble, so he eventually decided he had to take it. 

"Could you wait a second, I've got to take this." He waved the phone, feeling bad at the slight dejected expression you flashed for just a second. “It’s probably nothing.”

"Sure! I have to go to the bathroom anyway. Be right back."

As you left, Morel clicked accept, the monotone voice of his handler immediately greeting him.

"What's wrong? Were my updates not clear enough for the captain?" He mumbled.

"Plenty clear." As usual, there was no infliction in her voice, just a clear purpose. Morel guessed she thought it made her strong if nothing seemed to get to her. "I have a small question for you."

"Go ahead."

"I started noticing something two days ago, when I checked your card for purchases, some... odd choice of drinks for someone like yourself standing out in particular, but I didn't think it was anything out of the ordinary until one of my eyes on the floor informed me you were walking around with one of the passengers. A woman."

Just as usual during these conversations, Morel's good mood soured immediately. "Yes, and?"

"I thought we made it clear that you were not to be mingling with the guests."

Morel didn't answer.

"I take from your silence you knew you were in the wrong-" Her voice was so unbelievably pretentious, Morel thought to himself. "-and decided to do so anyway."

"What are you going to do about it?" He asked, genuinely curious.

"Nothing just yet." The handler informed him. "But if you continue to be difficult, we might inform her to find a different mode of transportation home at the next port. We also have plenty of lifeboats we can leave her on, though I’d like to keep from expelling any guests until it becomes necessary."

"Aha."

"I hope I've made myself clear regarding this issue. Have a nice day, Morel."

He hung up on her, breathing in and out deeply to calm himself and the anger growing in his stomach, not wanting to work it out on you. This wasn’t something you should worry yourself with and he didn’t feel like explaining it all. It was going so well with you. He wouldn’t let his captors ruin this.

Before long you returned, and you immediately saw how his mood had plummeted yet again, despite your best attempts to cheer him up. "Hey, you okay?"

Morel fashioned a smile, which turned genuine the moment you smiled back, and stood up to his full height, having sat down on a bench during the call. Instead of growing angry, he decided he'd enjoy time with you while it was still possible, though the image of his handler sending you off on a lifeboat just for the crime of being with him, filled his head with flashes of white hot fury. 

Still, this wasn’t the time. "Some stupid work call, don't worry about it. Want to go grab some dinner now?"

"Yeah, I'm starving." With a tad of nervousness about you, you reached out your hand to squeeze his palm exactly once before immediately letting go again and leading the way. "You want to get some sushi?"

"Sounds good." Not wanting you to get away with something as cute as that, Morel grabbed your hand the moment he caught up, and unlike you, refused to let go. "I'm always up for fish."

"I know. You told me."

The mood got better again after the two of you’d had some dinner, Morel knowing some cool tricks with chopsticks he’d tried to teach you over some truly delicious food. After the sixth round of fried shrimp and californian rolls, you couldn’t eat another bite, though it was a warm feeling of being full. 

Even after the plates had been cleared, the two of you remained, drinking some coffee and tea and just talking about whatever came to mind, mostly just stupid anecdotes about your life back home and Morel’s experiences with idiotic passengers. 

As usual, he walked you back home, holding your hand as he did so, and way before you’d even come near the B-side, you were already hyping yourself up to ask him something. So far, there hadn’t been a whole lot more action outside of making out, and you really wanted to ask if he’d be interested in a bit more. 

Today was the day.

Time had never gone by so quickly, and before you knew it, you were already digging out the card to your room. Steeling your nerves, you hesitated placing the card against the lock and instead turned to face Morel, who tilted his head as you addressed him.

“Would you-” He started smiling, seeing where this was going, and you lost your momentum, his immediate reaction pushing you off balance. “Would you like to come inside?”

“Oh? You want to talk some more?”

“Don’t be mean!” You urged, feeling your face heat up with embarrassment as he was laughing at you. “You know what I mean.”

“I’m just kidding. I’d love to.” 

You opened the door, feeling him enter behind you, and for a moment you wondered how you’d go about this. Did you need to say something first, or should you kiss him? It wasn’t like you did this everyday, so you didn’t really have a gameplan ready. 

The man you’d let in did seem to have a plan, as he bent forward to kiss you the moment you turned around.

Morel immediately wrapped his arms around your body, cupping your ass, and used the leverage to lift you up against the wall, not bothering to pull away from kissing you for even a moment. You gasped as his entire bulk kept you from sliding down the wall, his erection painfully pressing into your stomach.

How had he gotten hard this fast? Had you just been oblivious while walking here, your mind too busy with thinking of plans to ask him to stay to notice him staring at you with ill-contained lust? It struck you as odd, but you weren’t complaining, moving your hands to his face so you could sink your fingers in his hair.

Suddenly you thought of something, something you wanted to see very badly.

You pulled away, and let your fingers trail their way to his glasses. He stiffened, and one of his hands shifted your weight to the other, moving up to stop you before you could lift them off.

“Can I take these off?” You asked, stilling your movements when you noticed how he stiffened, smiling softly in the hopes of increasing your chances. “I want to see you.”

“Sorry, can’t do that.” He lied, leaning forward to speak directly in your ear, holding your hands away with just one of his own. “Can’t see anything without them, and I don’t want to miss seeing you.”

You wanted to question it further, but Morel seemed just as eager to drop the subject, as he immediately distracted you by unzipping your dress and pulling it over your head, unclasping your bra soon after. Pushing up his knee in between your legs to keep you up against the wall, Morel undid his tie and shirt, throwing them on the same pile as your clothing.

Not wanting to seem too desperate, yet overcome with need as his knee dug into your core, you whimpered at the sight of his half-naked body, not having expected to see him be as well-shaped and muscular as he was. Immediately you felt insecure about your own body, hyper-aware you were not nearly as defined and spotless.

Morel was oblivious to your sudden insecurities and lifted you back up with his hands. When he went to unzip his pants, his cock slapped against his stomach the moment he pulled it out. You’d figured that since he was a very big guy, you’d need a bit of preparation, but you hadn’t anticipated the sheer girth of Morel’s cock, the mere sight leaving you both salivating and slightly worried.

“You want me to fuck you against the wall or on the bed?” He asked huskily in your ear, grinning when he felt a wet patch on his pants. “Whatever you prefer.”

“The-The bed?” You said, stating it more like an option. Morel nodded and carried you over to the single bed in your suite. In retrospect, going to Morel’s suite would’ve been better, since he had a king-sized mattress, but you’d both been too hurried to think of such things.

Laying you down, he quickly kicked off his own pants, throwing them across the room before joining you on the small bed. It creaked beneath you, but the sound only made you giggle a bit before your partner was on you.

Hurried with desire, he plunged two fingers into you, making your back arch in discomfort. It hurt a lot to be stretched out like that with digits way larger than your own, even if you felt wet enough to take him in immediately. You didn’t want to stop, hoping the feeling would go away after a while.

It didn’t, and so when the huge man atop you tried to force in the tip of his dick, groaning and losing himself to the feeling, you slapped on his chest, trying to catch his attention. You couldn’t blame him for getting lost in the feeling, your own body craving him just as badly, if only it didn’t hurt so much.

“Ahh, ah ah!, Morel, Morel stop, It’s too big.” What usually was a compliment now made Morel sigh in slight disappointment. Of course it was too big for you, the tip had already looked absurdly large against your puffy cunt, his pre-cum dripping onto your pubes. “I’m sorry, it hurts. A lot.”

“Shh, It’s fine.” He cooed, both to himself and to you. “Do you want to stop?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hmm, that’s fine, don’t worry.” Morel tried to steady his breathing. While the alternatives popping up in his mind seemed amazing for him, he didn’t think you’d let him fuck your mouth if your cunt couldn’t even pop him in. “Do you mind if I still try to cum? I can eat you out or we can go do something else after, I promise, I’m just a little bit-”

“Of course,” You assured him, the prospect of being eaten out bringing your mind right back to the lust-filled muddled mess it had just been. You cupped Morel’s face and kissed him, your cunt clenching down on nothing as you heard his hand travel south.

He still smelled of salt, like your own private ocean. It wasn’t a bad smell, as it made you think of beaches and the fresh air that greeted you on the main deck. The scent of the sea had carved its own place into your heart, forever linked to the man breathing out your name above you.

Morel started fucking his own fist, squeezing his thumb into his tip tightly to emulate the tight, soft, and overwhelming heat he'd felt for just a few seconds, just before you'd made him pull out.

Looking down at your breasts, he thought of your pained whimpers, the soft heaves you'd let out when he'd pushed in, the way your back arched in discomfort while he'd been wanting to go balls deep. Now, you looked up at him with wide eyes, watching him palm his cock and in a flash of brilliance, you lifted your hips so he could rub his dick against your cunt.

Morel saw what you were trying to do, and grinned as he kissed you again, rubbing his dick against your clit, his hand pressing down on his shaft while he thrust back and forth. You whimpered at the stimulation, which was amplified when Morel’s free hand also moved towards your cunt and slowly pushed in one finger.

Oh, god, you were soaking.

The satisfaction he got from rutting against you suddenly wasn't enough when presented with such a reminder of what he was missing out on.

“Please, y/n, can I try one more time?” He begged, the heat surrounding his finger too tantalizing. “I’ll go slow. Please, let me try just one more time.”

“Yeah, sure.” You agreed, having forgotten all about the discomfort from moments ago after watching Morel lose himself on top of you, your fingers grabbing the sheets tightly. “Just.. go slow.”

“I will. Don’t worry.” He bent down and sucked a purple hickey into your neck before searching your mouth again, his hands spreading your thighs even further. When your hands finally stopped gripping the bedsheets so tightly, he let go of one of your thighs and buried two fingers deep into your heat, scissoring and stretching to see how it felt. When you didn’t tell him to stop, only moaning against his lips, he continued.

When he didn’t feel your body contracting on his two fingers as badly as before, he added a third, slowly pulling his digits out of you before plunging them right back in, curling them down inside you to see how you shivered and moaned beneath him.

Eventually, his patience ran out, and he wouldn’t watch you cum on his fingers when he could feel you cum around his dick instead.

Grabbing the base of his cock, he pressed the tip back against your entrance, very slowly pushing in the head. You made some noises of discomfort, but this time you couldn’t say anything as your lips were captured by his, the tip slowly popping right behind the ring of muscle in your cunt. Morel groaned into the kiss as you took him in, making you want to keep going, if only to please him.

Even if it hurt now, you didn’t care, as long as he was enjoying himself.

He needed to like you, like your body, like the way it felt when he thrust up into you. You pulled back from the kiss to wince when he pushed himself further inside, eventually stopping when his balls snugly kissed your skin.

It hurt to be stretched out so much, the burn in your cunt from his thick cock nearly making you want to tap out, but you wouldn’t.

“Tell me when I can move. I’ll go slowly.” Morel’s voice sounded laboured, as if he was holding back as much as possible. In reality, he really was, the way your walls clenched down on him and your lips pouted in discomfort making it nearly impossible to just keep still. His dick kept twitching inside you but he wouldn’t move until you gave him the okay. “You’re so unbelievably beautiful, y/n, ahh fuck.”

After a minute of pure torture for the both of you, you eventually wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him as close as you could, telling him he could move by subtly moving your hips back and forth. Morel immediately took the bait and pulled out slowly, before gliding back in using deep, languid thrusts that slowly made the burn in your cunt shift over to a more pleasant feeling.

After a while, he was going too slow even for you, and you wanted him to hurry up and fuck you properly, the pain gone and replaced with an incessant need for him to hit that spot inside you much quicker.

“Please, please, oh-- god.” Morel looked up at you, every part of his mind busying itself with self-control and making sure he wasn’t going too fast for you. He needed to cum inside you, needed to fill up your womb with every last drop he had, but if he was too rough and you’d make him pull out, he wouldn’t be able to. He'd be back to jerking off over your stomach “Please, Morel, go faster, I- I need you to go faster.”

He stilled for a moment, wondering if he’d heard you correctly.

The whine you let out as he stopped made him smile widely as he realized that, yes, he had heard you correctly.

Immediately he took on a much rougher pace, his hips snapping against yours with a force that made you stammer out your moans. Your cunt nearly choked out his cock with this pace, his tip kissing the entrance of your womb with each deep thrust. You were so warm, so hot, your body burning up as Morel fucked into you.

He grabbed your waist and used it as leverage to meet him halfway, letting his hips meet yours even more fiercely, the sounds of his balls slapping against your skin making you cry out in bliss.

When he eventually let go of your waist, his hands travelled down, one pushing your thighs even further apart, letting the white haired man see exactly how his cock looked sliding in and out of you, his other moving to your cunt.

Placing his thumb on your clit, he started rubbing circles, making your legs shake around him, the added stimulation nearly making you cum on the spot. It didn’t take long for you to reach that point, a few more deep and rough thrusts, mixed with Morel’s calloused thumb rubbing down on your clit and his mouth on your nipples, made you cry out his name as you came.

Removing his thumb and wrapping his hand back around your thigh, he sat up straight as he continued his rough pace, the sight of you beneath him, flushed with sweat and nearly crying from the orgasm he’d given you etched into his mind.

Taking a short moment to take it all in, he pushed his hair back and immediately resumed fucking into you.

You cried out in overstimulation as he increased his pace to a frantic one, pushing his entire weight into his last few thrusts before he felt his balls clench together and push his seed inside you in thick white ropes, groaning as he did so.

With a few more shallow thrusts, barely pulling out, he finished up, satisfied with the soft squelch he heard every time his hips moved.

Exhaling and grinning down at you, he bent down to capture your lips in a kiss once more, incredibly grateful you’d let him try again. You smiled against his lips, happy he seemed so giddy and feeling immensely satisfied with yourself as well.

Pulling out his softened member while he was still making out with you, he squeezed your thighs and laughed when you gasped.

“Sore?”

“Maybe.” You laughed. “Can’t think of a reason why, though.”

“Yeah, it’s a real mystery.” Sitting back up and moving off the bed, you were worried for a second he would get dressed and leave, but instead he moved toward the bathroom. Before he opened the door, he looked back and smiled. “I’ll go draw you a bath. That should help a bit.”

While you were trying to calm down and sober up from the amazing sex you'd just had, his touch still so fresh in your mind, Morel drew a bath like he promised, making sure the temperature was nice and hot.

Throwing in some scented soaps he found lying around, Morel wondered if he could go back to the bed and stop time for a while. 

The four weeks were passing quicker than he wanted, if he could even hold off his captors that long, and the thought of having to let you go made him feel a type of regret he hadn't felt in years.

This was the first good thing to happen to him since he was trapped, and it would just pass him by, leaving him with a few good memories while he was left behind to rot on this vessel for eternity, until every pathetic little human had gone on their decadent vacation and there was no more money to be made.

The images his mind conjured, ideas of how to keep you here, weren’t pretty, and Morel decided today had been too good of a day to ruin with violent and possessive thoughts. Ideas of trapping you in here with him or figuring out a way to kill the entire crew still popped up, despite his own insistence to keep his night with you as peaceful as could be, but they were passive.

The thought of demolishing the entire ship, letting it burn and sink down into the deepest depths was a common fantasy for Morel, one fueled by his hatred for the cruiseship and also one that was interrupted this time when you peeked around the bathroom door, still naked and slightly buckling through your knees. 

It was the sweetest sight he'd seen all day, and made him want to pull you close again immediately.

"Hey, there probably isn't enough room for us both on the bed, but I can put the comforter on the floor and we'd fit!" You looked as if you’d made a grand discovery. 

That was adorable, and if his back wouldn't kill him after a night of sleeping on blankets, he would've just kept silent. "I assumed we could go to my place. I have a slightly larger bed."

"Hm." You said, sightly embarrassed. "That does make more sense."

And like that you scattered off again, leaving him to the sound of water flowing into the bathtub, filling the small room with a coconut scent. Back to being alone, he wanted you to return immediately, hating the way his hatred crawled back the moment he couldn’t  see you anymore. 

Would it feel just like this when you'd depart or would it hurt more, knowing he'd never see you again?

Shaking his head, Morel tried to push away all those worries, knowing now was not the time for them. All he wanted to do right now, was take you to his bed and eat you out like he promised, before falling asleep right next to you. The idea of waking up and you being right there, was a dream he couldn’t believe would turn into a reality.

Even though it had been just about two weeks, you’d already changed his fantasies a bit, because not only did he dream about the destruction of this stupid enterprise, now he also imagined the dream you’d handed out today, of sailing into the sunset together. 

He’d teach you how to sail, and you’d make the inside of the boat your home, leaving a place for him in your bed. 

Morel would never again be separated from his true home, able to jump into the depths of the ocean whenever he needed to, and return to the loving comfort of your arms just as easily.

It would be perfect.