#daringtosing

2D has been adrift for nearly two days now, he's out of water and booze, he's nearly out of pills, and he's sure he's hallucinating when he spots something in the water sun exposure and a vivid imagination can't explain away.

"H-hello?" A pause. "Is this how I die, then? Figures." All of that effort to escape Murdoc- to get away from plastic beach, the hellhole- and this is it. He might as well drown himself now and get it over with. It would be better than getting eaten. Trembling hands grasp the single oar he has left, the rowboat lost far at sea. It was a doomed attempt in the first place one way or another, and not his first. He's been trying to get help and rescue for months of misery. He's got the bruises on his wrists and ankles to prove restraint, not that anyone gives a shit. He's been broadcasting his coordinates and pleading for someone to come save him for so long now he's convinced himself the entire world prefers him in captivity.

In the world were so many beautiful things-nature and people and cities and forests, stories and music and art. In all his travels Yeshua had seen such amazing things, but none greater than the diversity of creatures who lived upon the earth.

The fish just under the surface of the water, the crabs that skittered across the sand, the birds that soared above, the people that walked the earth craving adventure...

Yes, it was the creatures that made this world so beautiful.

Slowly, Yeshua sat on the edge of the dock, sinking his toes into the water to cool off.

That nose is going to give a little wiggle at first. Then its owner begins to stir from his nap on the cozy white sands of the beach.

"Slip, c'mon... go for a swim or somethin', sheesh..." he grumbles before blinking the sleep from his emerald eyes.

Then, Fox sits up and gets a better view of who poked his nose...

He smoked on the end of his cigar holder, puffing pensively as she spoke.

She was lucky. Most men who find a naked, mute woman on the beach alone were less than honorable sorts. She was a product of luck and royalty, and this colored her view of the world.

Things worked out for her. Many...weren't so lucky. Yet he held his tongue. The King - her husband - was paying his salary and he liked being wealthy and legal.

"I lost men to fel merfolk." he replied, coolly, "and I myself spent time handling some mermaids in distant lands." A simpler way to explain Neverland. "They lacked your...heroic qualities."

⚙----* Gentle movement could be seen in the deep blue as a young diver swam softly, curious fingers looking underneath various shells and clams for hidden treasures.

The individual gasps as he nears a magnificent golden castle, wait...was he even in his own world anymore??

He began to panic, swimming quickly to not be seen as he found a small crevice in order to calm his troubled mind and shaky body as the front screen of his helmet displays a sad emote. He remains there, completely quiet.

Where was he?? *---- ⚙