Bronsen:

It was three days after their arrival, and the Misfits had enough time to settle down into their new accommodations.

Right now, Bronsen was having a little swimming session with the other three Misfits. Stark naked, of course.

This is the life.

Bronsen was currently treading water with his right arm wrapped around Alice's slim waist. And his left arm wrapped around Cassy's. Meanwhile, Drayden was moving through the water several metres below them. He stroked his arms with his full strength and tore through the water, leaving little cavitation bubbles behind him. Bronsen could see his shadow, moving fast, approaching them from below, and then Drayden suddenly zoomed upwards. He burst out of the water just in front of the other three, momentarily flashing his entire body before sailing clear over them.

Well, almost. He lost velocity halfway, and his legs collapsed onto Cassy's and Bronsen's heads before he tumbled back into the water. There were shrieks of outrage and indignation as the neat setup dissolved into four bodies thrashing around in the water. Of course, Bronsen took as much opportunity as possible to 'engage' with the two females. This was easy because those two females were also doing their best to 'engage' with the two males.

I never get tired of looking at Cassy's beautiful body. And Alice's also, of course.

I also get to see Drayden's body in its full glory. Well, I guess it's fine. Actually, he is kind of nice-looking, isn't he? His bum is nearly as good-looking as Cassy's and Alice's.

Wait, did I really think that? Do I really find Drayden's body a little bit attractive also?

Better not tell Cassy. She might start squealing about Boy Love books.

In fact, let's not tell anyone!

"OK, now it's Bronsen's turn to be the dolphin, and I will hold the two ladies!" shouted Drayden.

Right then, a Snappy Shark lunged at him. He swatted it with his left arm, grabbed it with both arms and threw it violently towards the shore. It, being only a metre long and now quite dead, sailed through the air without complaint and hit the sand. Not too far from the other two dead Snappies.

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They kept on playing.

Esther:

Esther was sitting on the beach, back a safe distance, with Evereena in her arms. They watched as the dead fish twitched a few times, then lay still.

They were fully dressed in light casual clothing.

"Aragon tells me that the Misfits are not normal in their abilities," she said.

"Mum, I think I have worked that out by now. I mean, look at them enjoying themselves while swimming in deep water, surrounded by small sharks trying to eat them."

They watched in silence as Bronsen erupted from the water, did a perfect forward roll over the heads of the other three, and slid back into the water behind them.

"Say, mum, back when you lived in that village with your family, was 'social nudity' a thing?" said Evereena.

"No, I don't think so."

"And, did Aragon look out of sorts when he was invited here also?" said Evereena.

"I think he was very out of sorts. He didn't want anything at all to do with this social nudity stuff. So he went off with the guards to check their preparations."

"Hey, look, there's a ship coming in!" said Evereena.

Later that afternoon, they returned to their accommodations. Aragon was pleased with the three Snappies, and he and the Misfits enthusiastically prepared them for tea. Esther and Evereena sat down again and watched the preparations. They still felt a little strange at not having to do anything.

Narrator:

Of course, the ship's deck that had arrived was entirely closed off. The crew only appeared on top of it when the ship safely passed over the bar and into the bay's shallow water. There had been a flurry of motion and activity as they brought the sailing vessel up to the docks.

But there still had been plenty of opportunity to look in the other direction, where the Misfits could be seen, frolicking in the water.

This caused a considerable amount of interest and even shock. Whether this was due to the nudity or seeing Felixians enjoying themselves in the water was a matter of debate.

Nonetheless, tongues were wagging, and the gossip was intense. So much so that when the ship transferred its cargo and returned to its home port, someone wrote it up for the local news outlets. Eventually, it was transmitted to other towns and countries by the ubiquitous light semaphore system. The story was so popular that it bounced around the Ringworld many times. The Misfits became famous for a while. Anybody who took the effort could look up in the night sky, transcribe the semaphores' little flickering lights from halfway around the ring, and read all about them. Along with a whole lot of other news, of course.

One of those who made the effort was the slave assigned to tracking such news outlets. Accordingly, within a month of the Misfits moving to the port, a report about their activities was handed to the slave emperor.