A nice summer's day on the Atlantic Ocean, the cool breeze blowing through your (length and colour) hair. You were just traveling with your good friends Gilbert, Francis and Antonio also known as the bad touch trio or BTT for short. You looked up at the beautiful blue sky being covered by a blanket of dark grey clouds, "there is going to be a storm tonight," muttered Antonio and his strong Spanish accent walking up behind you. You turned your head to look at the Spaniard his dark brown hair moving by the wind, his emerald collared yes sparkling from the last bit of sunlight and his tanned caramel collared skin underneath his pirate outfit.
"That's not good," you said looking out onto the sea the waves getting bigger. "And it's going to be a big one," said a man with a strong Prussian\German accent. You turned around to find your two other friends Gilbert and Francis. Gilbert's grubby red eyes looked worried as did Francis blue ones, "we should get prepared (y/n)," said the Frenchman; you nodded and followed them to get ready for the stormy night ahead.
...A stormy time skip...
The storm didn't get better it got wears, holding onto the ship for dear life as it rocked heavily from the waves and strong wind. The rain was so heavy it was hard to see, thunder and lightning deafening your ears. "This storm is worse than I thought," you shouted to the tree. "Well I did say it was going to be a big one," Gilbert shouted back at you. "I thought you were just over reacting," you sighed and shook your head.
You heard a girlish scream then felt arms going around your waist, you turned you head to see Francis shaking and seemed to be looking at something. His grip got tighter so you followed to were his eyes were looking at and your eyes widened in fear and shock. "WAVE," he shouted, "every one stick together," grabbing onto Gilbert and Antonio. The wave came closer and closer all four of you screamed and the wave crashed onto the ship and wrecking it. For some reason you let go of your two friends and they swam back up, Francis helping you as he did the same.
"I can't swim," you cried out, "another wave," Antonio said pointing to it. Francis held you close to his chest, the wave was so strong and you not being used to the sea it knocked you out and everything went black.
