Muke Oneshots || boyxboy

lost at sea

sorry i've been mia for literally ever. here's a long ass oneshot for y'all as compensation. i think this is the longest thing i've ever written (in like one chapter.) i also started this in november lol oops

okok im super proud of this and i worked so hard pls no hate :))))

also like idc if some of the circumstances are not possible or some of the stuff that happens wouldn't happen like that irl. like its just a made up story stfu and read :)

NO TRIGGERING CONTENT :D (unless you were lost at sea at one point or have some sort of boat trauma in which case im sorry and are you okay now? ily)

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it's the forty-second day on the sea, and luke is feeling extremely homesick, and seasick. he doesn't like this boat at all. he's started to question why he even agreed to go on this trip.

sure, he likes fishing. well- he loves fishing. that's why he decided to go. but he didn't take into account the close quarters, dangerous conditions, vicious crew-mates, and the constant smell of dead fish.

luke is on a long-term fishing trip. they get to go home when they fill up one hundred barrels with herring. luke has the job of gutting the fish, which he only found out after he had been on the boat for two days.

he only joined this journey in hopes he could actually capture the fish, as well as for the money. but now, he's completely miserable with his position, and the pay was not good after all.

luke sighs sadly and starts on another fish. he would've thought the time would go by quickly, but its been over a month and they only have 6 filled barrels.

he doesn't even wince anymore at the job he does, he's gotten used to it. at first he didn't want to complain because he knew that would only result in him having to work into the night.

but then he realized that he wouldn't mind at all. no one is very nice to him on the ship, and a lot of them snore. he would prefer to work alone into the night, even if it means being tired the next day.

so that's what he did. he complained at the beginning, and was given a shift until 6:30 am "until further notice." luke enjoys this very much. it's very peaceful at night, and he gets a lot more done. it's less stressful than the day, and working extra makes him feel superior to his coworkers- that he's more efficient.

he glances out to sea, and wonders if anyone is looking at the same sky he is. he feels so alone.

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michael looks up at the night sky for what seemed like the billionth time. it probably is.

he has no idea how long he's been away. he has no idea how old he is. he had no ida what year it is, much less the date. all he knows is his name, his past, and the seemingly endless ocean. day in, and day out.

he sighs, the constant loneliness pressing in on him as always. he's had multiple mental breakdowns, but tonight he's okay.

he glances nervously at his ever dwindling food supply. it was supposed to be a year's worth of food for 10 people. at one point he figured out how long that would last him, but now he can't remember. besides, he doesn't want to think about it.