[ we must be made of glass ] - open

[daniel]

Storms. Danny had an uncanny ability to either track them down, or have them track him down at the worst times. Maybe it was intentional, he didn't know. Perhaps he would ask Goldenluxury if that was a thing, if storms were some sort of signal or sign. She seemed to know the sea. He didn't. The storms and sea was sort of...not a fan of him, he avoided it for a while. Bad place to avoid that, granted, but he still managed. It was storming the day he was lost and taken in, and it appeared a storm very similar had been brewing overhead at the end of his rise. That sounded morbid, he wasn't going to die. But it was interesting to have a new raging storm when he was now a Captain of the crew who had to take care of him and pull him out from under a table.

Danny had left the letter preceding Vayne's official inquiry about the two of them being together was still laying neatly near his bed, but had left nothing else in that empty home of his. Everything else was removed, what little there was, everything from things he collected over time he thought was interesting, the chain carrying the pendants from a day long past, and most importantly, the entwined tusks he had earned from his Coalition adventures. It was probably wrong to discard something that carried so much weight, as if he was running from his sins, but he was also running from his past, from his hurt. New beginnings, or maybe preparing for the end. And he'd like to end off just him. Just Danny. Nothing else, no one else.

So, as the storm raged overhead, and the waves were growing violent and restless, the young Captain stood upon the sands and finally faced the very thing that was almost responsible for his creation, more or less. The wind whipped through his fur and the water soaked him to the bone yet again. But he wasn't so petrified this time around. His paw lifted into the sky, and he flung the pieces of jewelry through the air and into the sea. There was hardly a splash, rather the rough waters engulfed them totally, like feeding a beast. The rest of his belongings followed suit, until all that was left on his person was the darling little seashell bracelet Vayne had created just for him, and the golden hoop through his ear.

Of course, he had to be a a little extra, as a treat, and spat into the salty waves, while lightning suddenly split the sky. Life would need to try a little harder to take him out, he guessed.