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Fantasy ── .✦ azure seas [cealen & pluvian_penguin]
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Cealen
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Waking from a dreamless sleep, the first thing Louis Carter felt was pain. It felt like the air had escaped from his lungs, leaving only shriveled husks in place. He instinctively gasped for breath, only for sputtered coughs to erupt from his body as his whole body heaved. His brain couldn’t process anything but baseline survival, his hands going to scratch at his throat in an effort to dislodge… something.
As he coughed up water and sand, Louis began to be able to process his surroundings more. He heard the familiar sounds of the ocean, felt the wind against his ears, listened to the seagulls cry out their song, felt the warm, hot sand on his skin, felt the water lap at his… wait. Why the hell does he feel sand? And water lapping at him? He forced his eyes open, saltwater burning the edges as his vision cleared to show a bright blue sky, the sun shining directly into his eyes. He raised his arm- it felt achy, like he went swimming earlier- to his eyes to block out the sun, letting out a groan as his head tried to process all of this.
Blinking his eyes underneath his arm rapidly a couple of times to clear up the bleariness, he lowered his arm and pried open his eyes again, being met with the same blue sky. He then turned his head to be greeted with a shoreline, which he realized he was passed out on. Well then. He figured he should sit up, pushing up his aching body, air finally being able to fill his lungs now that he spewed out all that water and sand. With a deep inhale, and exhale, he glanced around.
It was quite a beautiful place- the sand was soft underneath him, the water warm to the touch, and he thankfully was not lying on top of the rocky cliff sides that surrounded the shoreline. He also seemed surprisingly unharmed- he had a few bruises and scratches, but that’s it. He could see green trees and foliage further inland, and nothing but endless blue if he looked out to the ocean. This was lovely and all, but how exactly did he end up here? He tried to recall, but only fragmented memories came up. He was having a meal before going on his dog watch, and the crew were talking about apparently finding some weird fish woman thing, or something. He didn’t think much of it, and said he wanted to see it for himself before he believed anything they said, but… what then? Louis shook his head, as if he could clear the fog. Clearly something happened to the ship. Did it keel over? He remembers some fighting happened, then nothing.
Well… sitting around isn’t going to help me much… He reasoned some motivation to himself to get himself moving, rising up with wobbly feet. His boots let out an audible squish, and he bent down to take them off to pour the water out of them, glancing around his surroundings once more. The others most likely abandoned ship too, right? That’s his first order of business. Hopefully he could find the Captain first- the first time he ever actually wanted to see the man- or maybe… anyone. He felt a little unsettled, actually, by the fact he woke up here alone, with not a single soul in sight. In an effort to clear his anxiety about it, he made his presence known.
“ANYONEEEEE?” He shouted as loud as he could, startling some seagulls who were perched along the rocky crags who flew away with a hurry. His voice sounded foreign to him, raw and almost rusty sounding.
As he coughed up water and sand, Louis began to be able to process his surroundings more. He heard the familiar sounds of the ocean, felt the wind against his ears, listened to the seagulls cry out their song, felt the warm, hot sand on his skin, felt the water lap at his… wait. Why the hell does he feel sand? And water lapping at him? He forced his eyes open, saltwater burning the edges as his vision cleared to show a bright blue sky, the sun shining directly into his eyes. He raised his arm- it felt achy, like he went swimming earlier- to his eyes to block out the sun, letting out a groan as his head tried to process all of this.
Blinking his eyes underneath his arm rapidly a couple of times to clear up the bleariness, he lowered his arm and pried open his eyes again, being met with the same blue sky. He then turned his head to be greeted with a shoreline, which he realized he was passed out on. Well then. He figured he should sit up, pushing up his aching body, air finally being able to fill his lungs now that he spewed out all that water and sand. With a deep inhale, and exhale, he glanced around.
It was quite a beautiful place- the sand was soft underneath him, the water warm to the touch, and he thankfully was not lying on top of the rocky cliff sides that surrounded the shoreline. He also seemed surprisingly unharmed- he had a few bruises and scratches, but that’s it. He could see green trees and foliage further inland, and nothing but endless blue if he looked out to the ocean. This was lovely and all, but how exactly did he end up here? He tried to recall, but only fragmented memories came up. He was having a meal before going on his dog watch, and the crew were talking about apparently finding some weird fish woman thing, or something. He didn’t think much of it, and said he wanted to see it for himself before he believed anything they said, but… what then? Louis shook his head, as if he could clear the fog. Clearly something happened to the ship. Did it keel over? He remembers some fighting happened, then nothing.
Well… sitting around isn’t going to help me much… He reasoned some motivation to himself to get himself moving, rising up with wobbly feet. His boots let out an audible squish, and he bent down to take them off to pour the water out of them, glancing around his surroundings once more. The others most likely abandoned ship too, right? That’s his first order of business. Hopefully he could find the Captain first- the first time he ever actually wanted to see the man- or maybe… anyone. He felt a little unsettled, actually, by the fact he woke up here alone, with not a single soul in sight. In an effort to clear his anxiety about it, he made his presence known.
“ANYONEEEEE?” He shouted as loud as he could, startling some seagulls who were perched along the rocky crags who flew away with a hurry. His voice sounded foreign to him, raw and almost rusty sounding.
