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The Lost City of Atlantis: Part Two

I WOULD LIKE TO FORMALLY COMPLAIN TO WHOEVER MADE THE MIRACULOUS DECISION TO MAKE ME RELATED TO DEWFORD DUCK!! CAUSE THAT THIS POINT I'M CONCERNED THAT HE'S CLINICALLY INSANE!

Wait. I can hear your comment now. Gosh, (Y/n).... What on earth did the blue boy do that's got you tied in knots?

To answer your question, I would like to present every day of my life as evidence, but I think we can go to one specific incident in this case.

There I am, twenty leagues under water, trying to sleep and not think about the million gallons of liquid ready to kill me and my family at any moment. It was going pretty well too. I got two hours in before I woken up by my headrest moving. If you had not guessed...The headrest was Dewey.

Now as the younger cousin of three hyperactive boys, I've gotten really good at pretending I don't see stuff. Oh, but I saw Dewey walk right up to Scrooge's map, erase the route, and replace it with his own. "Shortcut achieved!" Dewey smirked, placing the map back up in it's original spot next to Launchpad. "He'll thank me later."

Then the boy had the nerve to come back to his seat beside me, place my head back on his shoulder and go back to sleep.

I would have been fine with this, of course, if that route hadn't almost killed all of us.

Within the next hour, We had been attacked by a kraken, seized by mermaids, and sucked into a whirlpool. HOW WE SURVIVED I DO NOT KNOW!

Now I'm here.

I lay down of the floor nest to the rest of my family, breathing in and out, trying to get my heart-rate back to normal. Scrooge groans as he gets up from the ground. "You kids'll be the death of me." He complains.

Dewey shoots up into a sitting position. "Dewey! Dewey will be the death of you!" He says, still trying to get Scrooge to remember his name. "AHH!" I yell, tackling him to the floor.

"(Y/N)!" My blue cousin says fearfully. "You nearly killed us!" I yelled back, shaking him by the shoulders. My words are slightly lisped, as usual when I get emotional. All those years of speech classes go to waste within five seconds. "I sure hope you're happy with your little adventure cause the rest of us almost died! Was that worth a dose of adrenaline?! I hope it was cause I'm one second away to making sure you never get one again!!"

Dewey stares at me, half confused at to what I'm saying and half scared for his life. And he better be. I start grabbing his neck but just before I cut off air supply, Louie pulls me off his brother.

I fight against his hold, but eventually cool down. I glare at Dewey from Louie's arms.

"We good now, (Y/n)?" The green triplet asks. I nod grudgingly.

Now that that was resolved, Huey turns to Scrooge. " Can we make a pit stop? I have to use the bathroom."

I roll my eyes, slip out of Louie's grip, then walk over to the closed bathroom door. "Huey. Just use this one." I say, opening the door. A kraken tentacle barely misses my face before I slam it back shut.

"This is why I don't like the ocean!" I yell, scuttling back over to hide behind Louie.

Huey frowns. "I was about to say it was occupied, (Y/n). I swear sometimes you're worse than Dewey."

"I take offense to that!" I respond, but my red cousin has already turned his attention back to Scrooge.

"So. A pit stop?" Huey says to jog the old man's memory about what they where talking about.

Scrooge gives him a frustrated look. Same, Dude. Same. "For the love of- It's the middle of the ocean! There are no pit stops!" He says, throwing his hands in the air.

"How 'bout that conspicuously unmarked tanker?" Launchpad says from the front of the sub. I look up towards him to see a giant ship out the window.

Scrooge sighs and looks back at Huey, who gives him a hopeful look. His brothers soon join him in guilting the older man. Woo...Triplet Assault.

"Alright fine." Scrooge says finally conceding to the boys' will.

He then looks at me. "And you?"

"Yah. I'm good..." I respond, picturing climbing up into that boat with only the ocean below to catch me. "You all go."

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After that quick rest stop, The Triplets and Webby fall asleep. Meanwhile I watch Scrooge pace around the sub. I decide to try and make some conversation.

"Hey." I say, walking up to where Scrooge stands at the moment.

He jumps at my sudden presence. "Silent Sedentary!" He says in surprise before turning to me. "I thought you were asleep with the others!"

I shake my head.

He stares at me for a second, before looking out the window we're standing in front of. "Do you know where we are, lass?"

I shake my head again. Look at me holding up the shy female cousin persona! Go me!

"The Drake Barrier Reef." Scrooge begins. "Powerful currents combined with rocky terrain make it nearly impossible to navigate, but on the rare occasion when it snows above the reef, the currents cool, allowing safe passage to-"

5....4....3....2...1...

"Are we there yet?" Louie's voice says suddenly from behind.

Annnnnddd there it is.

Scrooge looks back to see the other kids excitedly awake. "I was just about to-" He says, before Huey interrupts.

"Right side or left side?"

"If you would just let me-"

"Look! There that thing is! We found it!" Dewey shouts and all of kids coming running over in my direction to get a look at a large structure that was becoming clear in the water.

"Whoa!" I say along with the triplets and Webby as we stare at the spectacle.

"Yes. Good. Atlantis. 'Ooh! Aah!' Thanks for spoiling the moment.." Scrooge pouts.

I stare out the window before noticing that something was off about this underwater city. "It's-" I start.

"It's upside-down!" Huey says in awe.

I frown. Dang it Huey. I was gonna say that.

"Oh. Well that's a new one." Scrooge comments, looking closer at the structure now.

The submarine glides up and into a hole in the city. Oh thank god. We don't have to swim in.

The sub pops in to a bubble of air in the main building and all of us passengers climb out.

Dewey helps me down from the sub, "Bet your happy we didn't have to swim, huh?"

"You have no idea." I respond.

Behind us, I hear Louie talking to Webby about calling her grandma. Has she seriously still not called her? Irresponsible much, Webbs?

Meanwhile, Scrooge examines a stone tablet with markings on it. "Ah-Ha!" He shouts!

I walk over to read what it says. Nope. Never-mind. Can't read Atlantian apparently.

"What does it say?" I ask quietly. Scrooge smiles down at me, almost impressed that I spoke.

"Well, According to these markings, the Atlantines were so eager to build an epic city of wonders and death traps, they didn't stop to figure out a proper support structure, and the whole thing fell into the sea!" Scrooge explains, before pausing. "You kids better stay in the sub while I scout ahead."

"Dewey ran in as soon as you said booby traps." Huey states calmly, pointing in a dark passageway.

I whirl my head around towards him.

"WHAT?! DON'T WORRY COUSIN! I'M COMING!!" I yell at the top of my lungs before running head first into the darkness.

"Annnnnndddd there goes (Y/n)."