Octonauts oneshots 2

AI co-write: Whale Pod Rescue, sandstorm, Statue Accident, river

⚠️Just an AU⚠️

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Calico Jack and Kwazii were on a mission to help a pod of whales that are stranded on a beach, Kwazii smiled as he walked over "Hey its alright..." Kwazii said... Trying to keep them calm, As Calico Jack got the supplies out... Kwazii walked over to another but tripped over something that made a loud noise that scared one of the whales, causing it to panic and injure itself, Calico Jack came over and calmed it down, they managed to get it, and its pod back into the water "Well that was-" Kwazii started, but..

Calico Jack slapped him, he didn't realize he had his claws out, kwazii covered the wound... as Calico Jack growled... 

Calico Jack slapped him, he didn't realize he had his claws out, kwazii covered the wound... as Calico Jack growled...

"What were you thinking, Kwazii?" Calico Jack snapped. "You scared the whale, and made it hurt itself. You could have ruined the whole mission."

"I'm sorry, Grandpa, I didn't mean to," Kwazii said, feeling a sting of pain and tears in his eyes. "It was an accident, I swear."

"An accident? You call that an accident?" Calico Jack said, angrily. "You were being careless, and irresponsible. You're not fit to be an octonaut, let alone a pirate."

Kwazii gasped, feeling a surge of anger and hurt. He couldn't believe his grandfather would say such a thing to him.

"That's not true, Grandpa," Kwazii said, defiantly. "I am an octonaut, and a pirate. And I'm proud of it."

"Ha, proud of what?" Calico Jack said, mockingly. "Proud of messing up, and causing trouble? Proud of being a disappointment, and a failure?"

Kwazii felt a lump in his throat, and his vision blurred. He couldn't take it anymore. He turned around, and ran away from the beach.

"Kwazii, wait!" Calico Jack called, regretting his words. "Come back, I didn't mean it."

But it was too late. Kwazii was gone.

Kwazii ran as fast as he could, away from the beach, away from the whales, away from his grandfather. He didn't know where he was going, he just wanted to get away from everything. He felt angry, and sad, and betrayed. He felt like he had no one who cared about him, or understood him. He felt alone.

He ran until he reached a desert, where the sand was hot, and the wind was strong. He didn't notice the dark clouds that were forming in the sky, or the signs that warned of a sandstorm. He just kept running, until he collapsed on the ground, exhausted and thirsty.

He lay there, panting and sweating, feeling the sand on his face, and the sun on his back. He closed his eyes, and wished he could disappear.

Suddenly, he heard a loud roar, and felt a gust of wind. He opened his eyes, and saw a wall of sand coming towards him. It was a sandstorm, and it was heading right for him.

He tried to get up, and run away, but it was too late. The sandstorm was too fast, and too powerful. It swept him up, and tossed him around, like a leaf in a storm. He felt the sand hitting his skin, and getting into his eyes, and mouth, and nose. He couldn't see, or breathe, or scream. He felt like he was suffocating.

He thought of his grandfather, and his friends, and his life. He wondered if they would miss him, or remember him, or forgive him. He wondered if he would ever see them again.

He wondered if he would ever get out of this alive.

Kwazii tried to escape, but He was buried under a pile of sand...