Tw for dr0wning, p4nic, thallasophobia, and overall slightly disturbing themes. - - - - Swish…swish…swash…swoosh…slosh…swish……. That’s all that he could hear, all the ever heard. The constant swishing and gurgling of the sea and creaking of the ship…crates sliding across floorboards under him. The salty sea air drifted through the sky like a claiming fog. Charmaine, or rather ██████ looked up at the clouded expanse, the scent of fish, stale bread, and salt tickling his nose like an aromatic embrace. The small kit squirmed around the ship, weaving past the legs of the tall catchers, the ones who touched down to pet his fluffy little head occasionally. Mumble…whoosh…swish…crackle… The giant grey clouds drifted over the ship, obscuring the drifting boat as only a mere object in the vast nothingness of water. Thunder crackled and roared quietly as the ever present threat of sea birds drifted away. It was just a storm though, nothing to fret over or cry about! He’d survived the first storm, so why wouldn’t he survive the second one? ██████ Padded towards his mother, the dark rusty ginger cat layed atop a small makeshift nest with the rest of his siblings, his sisters were to young to walk so they would stay with mother until they were old enough. He curled up beside his mother and rested his chin on his paws. Swish…whoosh…whish…wash…mumble…snap. The crack bursted through the air, wood splintering, cracked chips flying through the air. Next thing he knew he was being tossed around in the violent rushing water, paws scrambling for something, anything. The salty water rushed past him and around him, gulping up massive amounts of salt water. He coughed up the salt water, choking and struggling to breathe, eyes stinging and tears streaming down his face. He squirmed and thrashed to try and save his siblings as they were swept away, then a massive wave was brought down upon him (Cont in n+c)
…whoosh…….swish…….whish…..whoosh….swoosh.. Grainy sand dug into Charmaine’s paws as he sat up in his sandy den, his fur puffed up to nearly three times its usual size. His no bare tail tip twitched as he looked around. Dry, warm, home… he stared down at his paws as if testing they were real. Then he just layed down again, looking at his den wall, yet he couldn’t shake off the unease settled in his bones. All he needed was some rest… None of the music is mine Wiege - 6FU; Starsheet - PIZZA DELIVERY SERVICE Apparitia - PIZZA DELIVERY SERVICE Weather girl - flavor folly Alarm call - the correspondents Jordan river - nastyona Sinking town - yoeko kurahashi Sea swallow me - Cocteau twins Number number - Tyler, the creator Red sx - vessel A jesters cry - maebi
