1/12/2026, 9:54 AM
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I'm so fucking scared of getting hurt again
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3-1-3 OC
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Bonnie had been sailing with a new crew, one that she had met not long ago since the others just...disappeared. Her world was...odd now, to say the least, and for now, she lived calmly without the ring of laughter or the soft creak of wood. Another storm was coming, and she was iffy but stood her ground. How would this crew do in a storm? Who knew...
As she climbed a mast, the wind rocked the boat, and the mainsail swung sharply and snapped against her ribs, shoving her and leaving her barely conscious on the ship's ledge. No one came to check her, and no came to save her from slipping into the salty water below. The splash was drowned by thunder, and the waves crashed against the wood. She sank slowly, paws swiping to reach upwards until everything went dark.
until...
Everything shifted; water became sand and biting cold air. A sharp way to wake up was for her ass to be nipped by sharp winds that made her yelp and cough water, standing up and tucking her thick plush tail against her rump. Her fur ruffled, trying to warm herself, this was way colder than being out at sea. What the hell was this!
Oh, wha' the fuck is this! Where am i?!
Her voice rang against the area of dunes. Slowly and very cautiously, she walked, paws sinking into the sand just barely as she tried to figure out where she was. Had the crew saved her? Or had she been washed ashore? If the latter, where WAS the shore?