Another oneshot...I must warn you, this is a depressing one. I'll upload something more uplifting/humorous at another time.
A loud splash echoes through the air, as a penguin throws himself overboard. Splashes like these happened all the time as the citizens of Club Penguin play in the water, so nobody paid mind to the sudden splash. This splash, however, had a less innocent story.
His body penetrated the surface of the glistening sea, and he quickly made a transition from air to water. It was freezing cold, these waters, but he didn't care; he had been swimming in this sea for as long as he could remember. As he sank down deeper and deeper into the water, fish came to greet him cheerily, as they always do when he came for a swim. Today's swim, however, would be his last.
He dreamily sank down into the darkest depths of the ocean. With the light of the surface dimming, he knew it was the point of no return. Indeed, at this moment he let go of his breath and closed his eyes. Peacefully, all of his memories, thoughts, and feelings that he had ever experienced flowed out of him. A few bubbles—his dying breath—rose to the surface.
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Yarr was greatly alarmed when his master hadn't returned from his daily swim yet. It had been five hours already, and still no sign of Rockhopper. Frantically, he searched the entire ship for his master, hoping to find him. Finally, he found a note at the top of the crow's nest:
Yarr matey, Me time on this world has come to a close. The treasure I've been searching for across these seven seas has been found. Arrr...after many years of swashbuckling, plundering, and moping the poopdeck, I've figured out the truth. Yarr matey, if you find this treasure, you may join me up in the large ship in the sky. It isn't something that you can find with a map.
Captain Rockhopper had killed himself, and there was nothing he could do about it.