Shellington was always young at heart. His mind always filled curiosity of the ocean around him. What happens when those thoughts waver him on the line of in a home or on the reef that he has been standing on for years? What do you think?
"There we go." I lifted the last of the urchins into the big bucket and stepped back to admire my work
"How are you so quick, Shelly?" Pearl asked from the other side of her pile. It wasn't a popular thing for the youngest Sea Otter to be the best at things.
"Dear sister, it's called not stopping to eat every 10 seconds" I sneared. I swam in place with my head up in the air, a big grin on my face. I would soon regret that decision, as Pearl took the opportunity to tickle me under the chin.
"Got you!" She exclaimed, as I started to laugh uncontrollably.
"Stop! Please!" I managed to get out between breaths. Suddenly I started to feel weak. I knew exactly what was wrong. I took in the last of my breath from the bottom of my lungs and shoved Pearl off of me, then started swimming frantically up to the surface. My lungs were starting to burn and with every kick I tried my beathe to get up on top in time. There it was! The shimmering light to top the warm July water of the Irish Sea (in between Ireland and Scotland, where I grew up). My vision was blurry but I wasn't completely blind yet, so you could imagine my surprise when I saw the surface of the water start to get further away. I looked down to see my legs not moving. Then I panicked. I had every right to panic.
(Pearls pov:)
I watched my little brother swim up to the surface for air. It wasn't new to me, having been his protection for almost every trip. I watched for about 5 seconds before I saw his legs stop moving.
"Shelly?" I called, cuping my hands around my mouth like a microphone. "Shellington? Are you OK?" No answer. "Shellington?!" Oh on! My big sister senses were turned on instantly and I started to swim as fast as my legs and arms could move together, all the time calling his name. When I got to his level I didn't even wait for an answer. I hooked my arms under his and swam for his dear life.
We reached the surface just in time, thank Posiden! I watched him as he used whatever energy he had left to take in a huge gulp of air. I held him there, in my arms, holding one arm around his waste and the other wrapped over his chest, going under his left arm and back under the right one. I felt his chest going up and down as he tried to get his air back
"I...am...so sorry...sissy..." he said weakly through gasps and chokes.
"It wasn't your fault. All that matters is-" without warning, he turned his upper body in my grasp and wrapped his hands around my neck in a hug.
"Can...c-can we go home?" I heard in my ear. I almost started to tear up. The 'I know everything, I'm independent, I don't feel emotion' boy I was holding in my arms suddenly felt so much smaller than I remembered. I didn't even reply. I just started to swim back over to our little section of kelp. I felt Shellington wrap his legs around my waist and I knew exactly what he felt like. He I looked down st his face to see he him stifiling tears in the sleave of my hoddie. I didn't really care. All that mattered was that he was safe, and that our parents never found out.
That was probably the most exciting intro your ever gonna get, ever.
If anyone wants to know what it looked like for pearl to cary Shelly, look at this. Just pretend it's not a baby and mother please
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