... storm clouds gather on the horizon, the deep rumble of thunder echoing through the waves, accompanied by the the crackle of electricity that reigns the sky region. strong winds excite the choppy waters, rocking the stormchaser dangerously. .. Eddy peered over the edge, spyglass in paw and holding onto his hat. A final challenge dared to face the kittypet. He lifted his chin, a smirk on his face as if to invite a challenge. ... Waves slammed at the wooden surface of the Stormchaser, inching closer and closer to the blue tomcat with each snap. He yelled to the ocean's snapping jaws, more of a battle cry than anything. He stood on the edge of the ship, taunting the murky waters. He always liked to think he'd stared danger in the face. So he stood precariously, foolishly, shouting at the ocean. Karma'd never forget that! It'd strike him down with the intensity of one of the many lightning bolts stabbing mercilessly at the distant land. Wind made the boat shiver, yet Eddy did not cower in fear like he should have. He was certain he would not fall! He was holding on far too tight to fall. Until of course.. he wasn't. His stomach tightened as his paws left the rough wooden surface of the boat. He flew headfirst towards the murky water. It as though time had slowed. He screamed, tears welling in his eyes. And his tears became the only thing he knew. The waves flipped him around, forcing water through his mouth and lungs. Eddy floundered helplessly in the sea, desperate to stay afloat. Every so often, he dipped under, where water would flood his nose, ears, and mouth and the salt would sting his eyes. And up he rose again, coughing out water. Panic overwhelmed the tomcat. His muscles ached with effort, his eyes burned. Every bone in his body told him to succumb to the merciless waters. He tried not to, he didn’t want to. Until he did. He felt the moment where he let himself drop. He felt the aching in his lungs, he felt his brain telling him to swim. He felt the water rush around his body, filling his stomach. Eddy exhaled, watching the bubbles flee to the surface. He felt the quietude around them. Of the ocean, of himself. He stared up, not quite realizing how far he’d fallen. He didn't want to drown. But swimming was just so difficult. In what he thought were his last moments, Eddy only thought of his loved ones. Cherry Blossom. Glade. Marsh. Briar. And Treasurepaw. At the thought of his best friend, he only smiled. And when Eddy closed his eyes, ready to give in to the nagging darkness, there was A miracle. Ropes snagged around his fur, tugging on his tired body. And then Air. He could breathe. Eddy took a deep inhale through his nose, coughing in an almost choking matter. He was plopped down on the deck, and almost immediately he forced the salty water out of his stomach, trembling with the force it took. Fear consumed him and he cried, simply laying in the net from lack of strength. He understood now. Life was so, so fragile. It was a gift, yet it could be taken away so easily. Eddy knew not what he would do. Yet even now, he could feel less energetic less excitable. What was wrong with him?
and so begins the depressed and traumatized era of eddy I feel so bad I love him so much music is labour instrumental by paris paloma art coming soon ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤproject 41.
