"Its the 16th of October, 2011. Tommy is seven now, and Wilbur is fifteen. You know me ~ twenty ~ and my father. His illness is getting worse, but he is alive and thats what matters right now. How's Toby doing? Tell him Uncle Tech says hi will ya. Hope to hear from you soon, friend. ~ Sincerely, Technoblade."
"Techno!!" Yelled my brother, "Get in here!!"
"Coming!" I yelled in reply.
I rolled the paper and tied it with some twine. I shoved it in an old empty beer bottle and chucked it into the ocean. I then ran to the bottom deck.
I was quickly greeted by Wilbur, he was cooking and bossing everyone around. (In a good way, he's getting things done fast)
"Get dad his medication, I've started supper."
"Got it. Where's Tommy?" I asked as I was preparing dads medicine.
"Gave him some tangled seaweed, and told him to un tangle it. It should keep him busy for a while." He laughed at the fact that something so odd intrigued our youngest brother so easy.
"That'll do it" I smiled back.
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《The Ship》// A sad story..
FantasíaThe blade family, Father Philza, children, Techno - 18, Wilbur - 15, Tommy -7, live on their ship and pretty much always have. Mumza died when Tommy was born due to an illness that is now effecting their father. Upon the adventure new friends ar...
