“You are joking, right?” Bee said as she looked at the tattooist sceptically.
She felt Tomua's hands on her shoulders and she was pushed forward.
“I would never joke about something so important!” Tomua said cheerfully.
“But, the eyes and the palm?” Bee moaned as the old man who was the tattooist smiled.
“After all you have been through, you are moaning about this? Stop being a p***y and get on with it. I can then introduce you to the team and the Captain. Don’t worry little fish, I will stay with you and hold your hand!” Tomua said with a smile and a wink.
Bee cursed under her breath and sat in the tattooist chair.
“Which do you want first?” The tattooist asked.
“The eye! Let’s get the worst one done!” Bee said.
The tattooist smiled and got the specialist needle. Bee held her brea
