She Is The Sea (A Brucandy Story)

Washed Up

Well, here it is. The somewhat long-awaited Bruce×Brandy love-fic. Hope y'all enjoy!

Captain's log: June 7th, 5:38, P.M.

It has been five years since I have left the Troll Tree and BroZone. I have not heard from any of my brothers since quitting the band, but last I remember, John Dory went to hike the Neverglade trail “bro-lone," or whatever. Clay went to find Trolls who take him seriously, and Floyd has most likely started a solo career. John Dory didn't realize it, but he really knew how to break someone's heart with his songwriting skills. As for Baby Branch, he's got Grandma, so I'm sure he's doing just fine.

And where am I? I have taken the “Red Herring" out to sea in search of my own destiny. As the heartthrob of the band, I wasn't allowed to have a serious relationship and instead had to go on dates with random girls who only liked me for my fame and my well-sculpted physique. Maybe after some time braving the open ocean, I will return a different–

At that moment, part of the mast broke off Spruce's sailboat and swung towards him! He jumped out of the way, only for it to break the helm off and send it flying into the water. The sail was blown down and covered Spruce's head like a blanket. The mast, then, broke free from the ropes and pierced a hole into the boat, causing water to rapidly leak its way in.

“Well, there goes my deposit on this boat," Spruce groaned, tossing the sail off his muscular body. He, then, noticed an island in the distance and, next to the most beautiful sunset he had ever seen, the words “Wish You Were Here!" painted in the sky.

“Well, you only live once," he said. “Come on, Princess."

Right before the boat sank completely, Spruce grabbed Princess, his surfboard, and a bag of supplies and jumped into the water. With nowhere else to go, he climbed up the board with his bag, and began stroking his arms through the water in the direction of the island.

“Come on... just a... few more..." he panted as he got closer to the shore. Once he reached the beach, he rolled off the surfboard and passed out from exhaustion with his back against the sand... only to get woken up by the worst singing he had ever heard.

“What the hair is that caterwauling?!" Spruce exclaimed, sitting back up and looking around to find a very tall, red creature with skinny arms and legs, a dog-like face, and thick, yarn-like orange hair and a matching moustache throwing suitcases into a boat.

BrAaAnd-EEeE, you're a fIiIIne girl!

What a gOoOod wiIIIife you would beEE!

But my life, my loverrR, my ladeEe is the seEeea!

“Hey, do you mind?!" Spruce shouted to him. “Some of us are trying to recover from being washed ashore!"

“Sorry, little dude," he said, “but I'm setting the mood while I get ready to leave home forever."

“Been there," Spruce muttered. “So, what happened? Overbearing parents? Running from the law? Life's becoming a repeating pattern?"

“Overbearing girlfriend... whom I'm running from," he answered. “She wants to move way too fast for me. After only four of them, she asks me where we're going with our relationship! Can you believe her?!"

“That depends. Was is four weeks or months?" Spruce asked.

“Years."

“Years?!" Spruce exclaimed. “If I dated a girl for four years, I'd start thinking about marrying her! Maybe sooner than that."