The storm was horrible; the gusts threw their bodies around like they were puppets in the hands of grown-ups. Okay, scratch that: Grown-ups would have been careful as the puppets could have cost a lot of money; or they could mean a lot to their children. The sea was violent as well, seemingly trying to crash and burst the two figures that were thrown around, the howl of said storm loud in their ears.
"Whoa! Wh-whoa! A-are you okay?" one of the figures screamed in a more than worried voice. It seemed like the other creature had lost its consciousness though. "Hang in there now! Don't you dare giving up on me!" The pleas were sounding more and more desperate. Suddenly, lightning struck and everything faded to white. When the darkness of the night returned, the unconscious figure was nowhere to be seen. The other one seemed to have blacked out as well…
Peaceful. Everything was so… quiet. The creature opened its eyes, looking around in a searching manner. After scanning the area briefly, it tried to arise – without much success. The fatigue was just too great.
"Where... are you? We… we made it… Or, I made it… but where… are… you…? Damn… Too tired…" With lots of will, it turned its head, staring at the sunset in awe. "So… beautiful…" it managed to mumble before the unconsciousness numbed its mind once more.