He was achy. And tired, so tired.
Sleep, he needed sleep. But he couldn't drift off yet, someone was calling his name.
Don't cry, my friend. My journey is over, but there'll be more adventures waiting for you.
They'd had fun together, roaming the moor and playing pirates. He'd been truly happy, but now his time was running out.
Captains don't cry. They shout, and plunder, and show no mercy either to friends or foes. 'He who falls behind shall be left behind', remember?
Warm arms wrapped around his neck, and his eyes fluttered shut as he slowly drifted away.