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It was chaos, the ship struggling to stay afloat, waves crashing against its sides violently in the storm. There was yelling bellowing from every direction, the sound of muskets firing and daggers scratching against each other adding to the cacophony. Blood spilled onto the deck, mixing with the fat droplets of rain that fell from the sky. A bullet whizzed past Rocket’s head, nicking his cheek, the blood trickling down his face. It was impossible to tell where it came from.
Everything around him, was so disorientating, and he had no one to blame but himself for this predicament.
It was like no other day, sailing the seas with his crew consisting of… 3 other people. Rocket, being the reckless dumbass that he is, decided that it would be a great idea to raid a passing by merchant ship. Little did they know, it was a much more powerful group of pirates… That weren’t happy to see them attempting to steal their alcohol. Before he could even negotiate for their lives, they were chased back onto their own ship with guns and blades. How fun!... But if that wasn’t bad enough, their ship was now on the verge of sinking. Or, at least capsizing. A storm had started, the waves even more ferocious than they were before.
In the distance, he could see a familiar figure being attacked. Zuka. He started running, shouting profanities at the offender. A dagger was raised above his father’s head now, and he knew something bad was about to happen. The man was skilled with multiple weapons, and a seasoned soldier, surely, he could evade an attack as simple as that, right?...
Before Rocket could determine the fate of his father, something pushed him to the side. His body collided with the edge of the ship, landing with a loud thud. His head was throbbing at this point, as well the entire right side of his body. Rocket could hear footsteps getting closer quickly, and he scrambled to get back onto his feet. He held up his hooked hand in defense, brandishing the pointed end, but the attacker knew it was all a façade. Within seconds, they were charging towards him, their figure clocked in fog amidst the storm. Something sharp pierced his side, and he could feel something running down his stomach now. It was blood.
“FUCK! Ow… ow, ow, ow, ow.”
Rocket let out a choked cry, the pain spreading through his stomach fast. Crying wouldn’t do any good. The next thing he knew, pushed over backwards, his back arching over the guard rails, straining the wound in his side. With one final shove, he was overboard, falling into the raging depths of the sea.
The cold water met his face first, the rest of his body soon followed. His peg leg weighed him down, dragging him further towards the bottom of the sea. The icy water chilled his bones, biting at his skin. Rocket could feel the air leaving his lungs, it was getting harder to breath. He tried to gasp for more, but was met with a mouthful of seawater instead.
This was it. He would actually die here. This was his fate…
Rocket could feel himself getting more and more lightheaded, his efforts to swim back up to the surface useless. Above the surface, on the ship, a pair of cold, malicious eyes looked down at him, pleasured by the sight of the drowned captain. That was the last thing he saw, before his vision went black.
His body gave up, his lungs caved in, his thoughts just stopped.
And he was dead.
…
Everything felt fuzzy. His skin, his head, everything. There was only darkness around Rocket, the cold embrace of the void strangely welcoming. Was this death? Was he in the afterlife? It was more… bleak than he thought- oh wait.
“Is this hell?... Am- Am I in hell?” He mumbled, trying to touch his face to see if he was still tangible. Bad idea. His body was still sore as hell.
There was a muffled laughing coming from somewhere above him, followed by a nudge to what felt like his injured side. It hurt, which he, in return, grumbled about.
“Your eyes are just closed. Dumbass.” Something, or someone was definitely close to him. The voice was squeaky and obnoxiously loud. It gave Rocket a headache. Was this what he sounded like to other people? Oh SFOTH, no wonder people found him annoying.
“Be nice.” Another person said, their voice more graceful and soft. It was within the same proximity as the other one, so they must’ve been sitting relatively close by.
With great difficulty, Rocket opened his eyes just a smidge, the light of the sun blinding him immediately. He groaned, rubbing his eyes before trying again, this time shielding his eyes from the big light in the sky. Looming over him were 2 curious figures, one with a scrunched up face, the other carrying a concerned expression. Rocket took not of their features. The one with the scrunched up face had pale blue skin, a ring of darker blue scales irregularly spaced out underneath and beside his dark green eyes. He had horns stretching out of his forehead, one adorning golden ring. His hair was a medium length and messy, bits of seaweed tied into the small braids.
The woman beside him had white skin, with a patch of orange scales underneath each eye and in between her brow. Her horns seemed to come out from the side of her head, curving inwards and up, 3 smaller horns extruding from the flat front of them. Her hair, though still mangy and dry, was much more well kept, going past her shoulders.
“Good morning, human.” She said, pulling him up by the shoulders and into a sitting position. He winced at the motion, looking down at his side where the stab wound originally was. It was fully healed, no bleeding whatsoever. Just a tear in his clothing and a scar. Rocket was too tired and weary to be surprised, but if he wasn’t, he’d be a blubbering mess, trying to get all the questions he had out of his head.
“I thought I-…” He trailed off, disturbed enough by the foggy memory of suffocating to go quiet. It was weird, because normally, he’d be boasting about his great triumph in surviving against all odds. Normally, he’d be so full of energy. Now though, he felt drained, and a little sick.
“Drowned? Oh, no, you totally did. Shuriken had to drag your body off the sea floor. We revived you.”
Rocket was stunned. He drowned. He really drowned. He experienced death firsthand and… HE DIED. And the way the woman beside him talked about it so casually aswell felt a little sickening.
“Who even are you?!” He questioned, his voice holding a little hysteria.
She simply put a hand on his shoulder, patting it reassuringly.
“Well, I’m Vinestaff, and that’s my brother Shuriken. We’re water nymphs that saved your life. Your welcome. You can thank us when you’re less discombobulated, ‘k?”
Rocket only nodded, before taking a moment to observe what was in front of him. He was sat on a beach of black sand, rocks forming tidepools all around the vast shore. Water lapped at the mounds of sand hungrily, dragging shells and small crustaceans into the depths, like a hand that was animated and driven by greed alone. It scared him.
Rocket closed his eyes, laying back down on the sand, trying to maintain his breathing. Though, stopping himself from having a panic attack was getting increasingly difficult, the more he thought about his situation.
He died. He was tossed overboard and drowned. He felt himself get pulled deeper and deeper into the depths, felt himself suffocate. His crew, his family thought he was dead. HE THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD… And then he was revived by some mysterious water spirits, stranded on some remote island, where who-knows-what could be lurking? Waiting and watching, planning to kill him? Would he be revived again?
How many deaths would he have to experience before he could just go home? How many times would he have to feel his life slip away before he could embrace his dad again?
“Shit, dude are you ok?” Shuriken asked, poking him lightly in the cheek. Apparently his spiral of existential dread was visible. Rocket shooed his hand away, eager to go back to wallowing in his depression.
Then, he realized something. His saviors were water nymphs, magical beings born from the will of the gods, personifications of nature itself. Surely they’d know the way back to the mainland, if the ocean was what they were associated with.
“Say… since you’re both water nymphs, would you… I dunno, happen to know a route back to the mainland?” Rocket sheepishly inquired, trying to hide his desperation with nonchalance.
Vinestaff was the first to respond, an apologetic look already taking shape on her face.
“I wish that were the case. We’re both Naiads, not Oceanids,” she answered, taking one look at his confused face before elaborating. “Meaning we’re not associated with the sea.”
Rocket was immediately disappointed, though he couldn’t be mad at them. It wasn’t their fault that they couldn’t help him. Rocket shakily got to his feet, a bit wobbly at first, but he adjusted eventually.
“I’m going to go scout of the area, maybe see if I can find some shelter before dark. Thankyou for uhm… saving me.” He said, giving a small smile while taking a few steps back. Shuriken gave a simple thumbs up, the webs between his fingers showing themselves to be oddly stretchy. Interesting. Vinestaff waved at him, smiling pleasantly. It was only then that Rocket realized that she had a fish tail for legs. He had to remind himself that she was infact not a mermaid, and instead, a nymph.
“See’ya around, uh…” She started, pausing awkwardly upon the realization that she didn’t know his name.
“Oh shit, sorry. My name’s Rocket.”
“Good to know! Bye.”
Before Rocket had a chance to turn around, the 2 where already slipping back into the water, fading into the murky blue depths, disappearing effortlessly.
And he was alone, for maybe the first time in a while. It felt odd, not being surrounded by endless bickering between his crew. Medkit and Scythe, arm wrestling for the last bottle of beer, although Zuka had already finished it and replaced it with water long ago. Scythe going on and on about her glory days back when she was an outlaw, riding horses and living freely in the country. Medkit, chewing Rocket’s ear off after he got injured in yet another stupid stunt. And Zuka, telling him stories from when he was captain.
Rocket didn’t know how long it would be until he could see them again.