Octonauts: Eternal Tears: Hopeless Ch IIEternal TearsOctonauts: Eternal Tears: Hopeless Ch II by Tuquorise
Book Two: Hopeless
Chapter II-Project Atlantis
Kwazii's heart stopped functioning for a moment. "W-what?!"
"Ya heard me."
This was impossible! How can the most bubbly, carrot loving mechanic be the daughter of the horrid mastermind of this whole thing? Kwazii tried to convince himself that he heard wrongly, and that he didn't clean his ears last night. However, the fact was that he had an excellent sense of hearing, and he cleans his ears every night without fail.
"Matey, please listen to me! You are making a terrible mistake!" Kwazii pleaded, grabbing her by the shoulders forcefully, shaking her violently, trying to get his message across. Too bad for him that Tweak had already made up her mind and was too stubborn even for the cat who was at this point stooped so very low to actually beg her.
"Look Cap, I know you're worried and you care for me, but right now my father of all creatures has finally executed the project," Tweak spoke,
Octonauts: Eternal Tears: Hopeless Ch IEternal TearsOctonauts: Eternal Tears: Hopeless Ch I by Tuquorise
Book Two: Hopeless
Everything was deadly quiet that one could hear a pin drop. The eerie silence of the Octopod wasn't anything new to the crew, as they had drifted apart after the tragedy. It was like a piece of their souls were separated from them, causing them to become so cold. Even the ocean remained still, not a single sound to be heard. Not even any sea creatures were in sight. It was like the ocean was devoid of any life.
The sound of the octohatch being opened echoed through the silence. Dashi hopped out and settled down on a chair, fiddling with the buttons laid in front of her. She checked the radar—which was clear. She scanned the ocean—nothing. She sighed as she took a sip of hot cocoa with marshmallows floating on the surface. Chamomile tea would be more suitable to her current situation, but it was too bad that it wasn't provided.
Dashi lazily rubbed her eyes, let out a grunt and stretched before slouching back on the
Pirate Things Lyrics(Music)Pirate Things Lyrics by Cmanuel1
Jake:There many things pirates do like sailing ships,and hosting sails.Or telling many pirate tales!That's what we like to do!
Sofia: There are many things that royalty does,wearing gowns or wearing crowns.Having tea with sugar and spice.That's what we really like.
Jake,Izzy,And Cubby:We do pirate things!
Sofia,Amber,James,and Hugo: And we do royal things!
Pirates,Princes,and Princesses:And no one crosses in between,we stick with our routine!
Kwazii: But who knows what I could bring,flying high upon a wing?! I believe that anything can be a pirate thing!
Cubby: Read a map!
Izzy: Or collect gold doubloons!
Jake: Sing pirate-y scruvy tunes!
Sir Gillimum: Derby calls for royal skills!
Jake: It's not a proper pirate kind of thrill!
Jake,Izzy,And Cubby: We do pirate things!
Sofia,James,Amber,And Hugo: And we do royal things!
Pirates,Princes,And Princesses: And no one crosses in between,we stick with our routine!
Sofia: We ride carriages,fly and sing!
Octonauts: Eternal Tears: Morun IIEternal TearsOctonauts: Eternal Tears: Morun II by Tuquorise
Book One: Morun
Chapter II--Touching the surface
That night, Kwazii never had a nightmare, which was something good. He needed the energy for tomorrow.
He woke up at the break of dawn. The ocean was still quiet and dark, except for occasional swishing of fins made by fishes swimming past. He had no idea why he woke up that early; he never did. However, he needed some time to recollect his thoughts.
The dwindling hallways of the octopod was dead silent, so silent that one can hear his or her pulse. The only sound that could be heard was Kwazii's boots strutting on the ground. Reuniting the Octonauts back together, huh? How hard can it be? In actual fact, it was not. It could be easy, but that depended on their thoughts and emotions to the sudden tragedy.
Staring at the ground, Kwazii didn't look where he was going. That was when he bumped into someone. The sound of thumping was followed by a loud clatter of an object hitting the gr
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