DuckTales: 3 Duck Brothers

Elsewhere...

"Today is April...13th, I think," I read aloud as I wrote. "13 years ago, I left the one girl I loved, who was actually betraying me. She didn't believe in our love and relationship at all. Can you imagine?!"

I stopped writing. My hand was hurting again from burning it the other day, attempting to cook. If only my girl were here...she loved cooking. But, as my friend said, she was only in it for the money from my uncle...Simon, was it?

I've lost all contact with any land area. I can barely remember anyone who I used to communicate with. There are times when I barely remember my own name.

I often wonder about the boys. My sister wanted me to help out with them. They're supposed to be 13 now, but for all I know, they're all dead. My uncle is almost definitely dead, he was, what, 140-something when I left?

Suddenly, I feel cold water running over my feet. Is my boat sinking? I rush outside of my room and see, yes, this boat is sinking!

"Don't do this to me!" I yelled to no one in particular.

There was nothing much I could do. I've never had my boat sink or nearly sink on me before. I decided to pack my most precious belongings and abandon ship. Unfortunately, my pack was so heavy, I could barely swim. I began to sink along with my boat, unsuccessfully trying to keep my head above water.

As I sank, my head swirled with thoughts: what if I had stayed with my girl? Are the boys okay? Is my sister okay?

Moreover, I thought: yup, this is definitely the end of Donald Duck...

*Sorry if this story sucked and it didn't make sense! But, be sure to give me some sort of feedback.*