Impregnation! NANI!?

[melodiousnocturne]

In the vast expanse of the sea, a solitary make-shift boat floated like an island, though having none of the latter’s immovable qualities. The rickety piece of wood swayed with even the slightest disturbance in the water—so it was not a surprise when it went up and down, from being visible to being invisible as it continued to carry its weight across the large swells and waves that constantly barraged it. Even with its decrepit form, it was no match in a decibel battle against the churning waters or the crashing waves. But its stratagem was clear: follow the waves and keep its top high. But in the entire attention one would give the rickety wood, a dark figure would otherwise go unnoticed. Standing on top of the plank, he was almost unaffected by the constant waves and the swells, if not for the occasional stagger and holding of his hood down.

“Impregnate…?” His voice was lost to the loud swirling of the seas and the sound of the rising waves. He figure then looked around, as if to assess his predicament. With a soft sigh, he took out a piece of paper from inside his dark cloak and read the inscribed message. There was no sun that particular day—so the figure was forced to take off his hood in order to better see the letters on the small piece of parchment; showing forth his blond mullet-slash-mohawk. The figure which was now revealed to be a handsome young man took out another object out of his clothes: a magnifier. Placing it on top of the parchment, he ascertained the message and placed both objects back into his cloak.

“Strange,” he uttered, not certain with the message. “What does Vexen mean by ‘impregnating the ocean’?” His voice was laced with confusion and a hint of boyish merriment. Whatever it was, he seemed to be concentrating.

It took four more waves of distinguishably impressive heights when he took notice of his current situation. A sense of dread began to well in his stomach and he was reminded that he had died sometime ago. It came as a strange feeling of fear when he began to understand his predicament. Stranded in the middle of the ocean, on a rickety piece of wood but a meter long and a foot wide, and not able to create portals—he was definitely in the shit now.

As another giant wave hit, Demyx, to which the figure was known, screamed and almost fell off the plank he was standing on. Truthfully, number nine had been quite an athlete or more like his somebody was, but he was a Nobody. But then again, he has yet again forgotten he uses water as his elemental power, and again forgot that he can control said water with his melodies via the sitar to which he was a master of. And again, Demyx forgot what Xigbar told him: “You have powers! Use them!” And as much as he was struggling right now, it did not occur to him how in the name of Kingdom Hearts was he able to arrive at the predicament he was in now. There were two things certain though: he can’t make portals and there was no way the Superior was going to forgive another failure.

His scream almost echoed if it were not for the loud hisses of the sea. And Demyx realized, he needed a miracle to survive.

“They really… sent the wrong guy for the job!”