chapter fourteen: (part 3) a polar family reunion

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(Later that night)

(Barnacles's pov)
"This is useless" I thought as I turned over in bed, I can't sleep, I got up and leaned on the edge of my desk, "maybe a nice icey swim will help tire me out" I pondered looking out the window and into the arctic ocean, I changed into my uniform and headed to the launch bay, I thought about taking an air tank but decided against it, I don't plan on being out there for too long, I jumped in the water and sawm out of the octo-hatch, "that's nice" I sighed at the pleasant feeling of the freezing water shrouding my body, I started to swim away from the octopod as a million thoughts ran through my mind, as well as an overwhelming cluster of emotions, "why am I nervous?" I wondered, I shouldn't be this anxious, it's only my mum and dad...but then again I haven't seen them since I was cub and that was over 30 years ago, now I'm known for bravery but I'm no stranger to fear

I remember getting hurt a lot as a cub, I'm fairly used to it now, I don't have much of a reaction to pain anymore, well...not the physical kind at least, emotional pain is another story, I've always shoved my emotions to the back of my mind, as a cub I didn't have the time to deal with them, I had to swallow my fear, I couldn't let myself be pushed around, the arctic's a harsh place to grow up, here you ether learn to be strong or you don't survive "once barnacles puts his mind to something there's no stopping him" my mum's words rung out clearly in my mind, she's right but in reality I overthink everything

Which in some instances that can be a good thing, I create plans very carefully and think them through step by step but at the same time I'm able to conjure up several ways those plans can go awry, I suppose that's why I enjoy writing, jotting down notes journaling and writing in my captain's log, activities I do frequently, it's helpful to put everything on my mind into writing, I'm able to think clearer that way, so in some ways I can make at least a little bit of sense out of this mentally messy polar bear that the crew calls captain

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