This was not the way things were supposed to happen, he was supposed to grow up and grow old before he died! The undertow kept trying to suck him down into the depths and the darkness and with each wave it was getting harder and harder to resist. It was cold and the water was burning his eyes, nose, lungs and throat, oh why couldn't he have gills for times like this. He would be fish boy, the only fish that could breathe on land and in the water. People might actually notice him then and help him find his brother. Feeling another wave pummel him sideways towards the cliff his hooves scraped uselessly against the rocks doing nothing more than slowing his movements. Damn that girl, what was she thinking? Spluttering and coughing as more seawater managed to pour down his throat he felt a moment of terror when his lungs barely seemed to take in oxygen.

His attempts to lunge for the girl's body seemed to have done something to wake her up for in between his bobbing he caught glimpses of moving slowly up the beach before collapsing. He had to get out of here, he did not want to die but his muscles all hurt and fatigue seemed to make them weigh triple their weight. Paddling with his waterlogged extremities felt nearly useless but slowly the shore seemed to get closer and closer until sand squished beneath his feet sucking him into the shallows. Sides heaving laboriously more coughing seemed to tear at his lungs before he felt himself falling to the ground still half in the water. Fire screamed loudly in his ears making his world spin out of control until the ground seemed to level out around him. The pain was nearly unbearable between his leg, head and lungs but somehow he was alive and so was the girl. If he had the energy he could strangle her for putting them into this mess but fatigue won the battle making his new best friend the ground beneath him.

It took minutes before enough strength returned enabling the colt to lift his head to try and access any injuries either of them had. Blue eyes dragged over to the filly first to thankfully see her still breathing and from what he could tell injury free. Resting his head back in the sand he tried to move his front right leg but quickly stopped as pain enveloped the limb and shoulder. Well he knew that his shoulder had a gash in it but he had at least been able to move his leg! Turning his head to get a better look he managed to flop himself over to lie on his left side with much difficulty. The gash was still bleeding like it had been before but now there was also tons of sand caked into it only irritating it further. This was just what he always wanted... With the amount of pain consuming his leg the colt was half expecting to see his bones hanging out but to his thankful surprise only a few small cuts lay there instead. It was definitely quite swollen but he could manage to deal with it for now but getting home would be quite challenging.

Flopping his head down again he closed his eyes for a moment trying to clear the fuzz away before shifting to stare back at the filly. Hit by pegasus was not exactly the term he wanted to use to explain what happened but how else could it be explained unless he used hit by boulder instead. Groaning the boy made many awkward attempts to stand until managing to drag himself to his feet using only three legs. Any weight upon his right leg was impossible so for now he would be going three legged, or peg legged by pirate terminology. When he had said he wanted to be a pirate he had not meant to this extreme. Hopping forward a couple steps brought another coughing fit drawing more fluid out of where oxygen should have been. "Are you ok?" he croaked lowering his head to brush his muzzle against the filly's neck. First he had to make sure she was alright so that he wouldn't feel guilty for yelling at her when she was hurt too. Then again maybe the yelling would have to go to another day when it didn't hurt to breathe.


@Areli

"Aeolus Speaks.."

Aeolus

If there is no one in the world who cares for you, do you really exist at all?