08-27-2018, 03:47 PM
CAPTAINPAW
✯ — YOUNG LOVERS AND THEY ARE NOT SLEEPING
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captainpaw's disappearance may have easily undergone little notice for some of his crewmates, and perhaps was aware to some. the young striker hadn't intentionally left the typhoon, per say. there was just one afternoon where he felt the need to... run. something lingered in his chest since decius had brought him into the jungle. he still felt the pain. the emotional hurt that sat heavy on his shoulders.
the boy had taken to a small vessel, one he had won from coldblue after beating him in a bet. a day of sailing would help clear his head. hopefully take some of the pressure of keeping decius a secret from everyone... the stress had eventually gotten to captain in the middle of steering through on oncoming storm. his brain fogged, and his throat tightened and it all.. faded away.
he woke up the next morning unaware of where he was. there was nothing but sea around him. it was a miracle he and his ship were still even in one piece. the aspiring pirate did not look at this as a hopeless end, rather an obstacle to overcome. something to teach him as he grew. it had certainly taken him quite some time to return home, though. days of mapping out the stars, using them to guide his way. trying to remember which constellations stood over barracuda bay at night, and hope his memory was true.
a month had gone by.
upon the dock one morning, a small ship came into port.
captainpaw's bod was dangerously thin. his hat sunk heavy on his head, cheeks and eyes sunken in and his limbs shaking with every step. his pelt crusted with salt, his nose dry and paw pads cracked. he made it, though. he survived.
"c-captainpaw slys. reporting... reporting back." cap muttered, his voice dry in his attempt to announce his return. though his body just stood shakily on the docks, using the bare bones of energy he had left to just stand upright.
the boy had taken to a small vessel, one he had won from coldblue after beating him in a bet. a day of sailing would help clear his head. hopefully take some of the pressure of keeping decius a secret from everyone... the stress had eventually gotten to captain in the middle of steering through on oncoming storm. his brain fogged, and his throat tightened and it all.. faded away.
he woke up the next morning unaware of where he was. there was nothing but sea around him. it was a miracle he and his ship were still even in one piece. the aspiring pirate did not look at this as a hopeless end, rather an obstacle to overcome. something to teach him as he grew. it had certainly taken him quite some time to return home, though. days of mapping out the stars, using them to guide his way. trying to remember which constellations stood over barracuda bay at night, and hope his memory was true.
a month had gone by.
upon the dock one morning, a small ship came into port.
captainpaw's bod was dangerously thin. his hat sunk heavy on his head, cheeks and eyes sunken in and his limbs shaking with every step. his pelt crusted with salt, his nose dry and paw pads cracked. he made it, though. he survived.
"c-captainpaw slys. reporting... reporting back." cap muttered, his voice dry in his attempt to announce his return. though his body just stood shakily on the docks, using the bare bones of energy he had left to just stand upright.
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