Here we go once again. I was originally gonna do Louie next but let's go from oldest to youngest. Deweys time to shine! Hope you enjoy it.
Average Everyday Sane Psycho - Thank you!
Jp - Yeah, his bad side is based on a guy I knew. And are you actually willing to go to jail? Dang man, be careful if you ever do. At least it was a good cause. Amd telling a kid he's adopted is extremely hard. I've done some research and some don't know they're adopted until their 20. And same, I sometimes forget their humans too. XD.
Enjoy!
For just a couple of years of raising this boy, Donald was already growing gray hairs. He was hired by Rebecca to work for her delivery service, Higher for Hire. He would deliver by sea while Baloo delivered by air. Keeping a job and raising a trouble maker isn't easy. Donald was barely putting the last crates into his house boat when suddenly.
"What's this?" Deweys voice called out from the house boat. The boat started up and began to zoom away.
"Dewey no!" Donald jumped onto the boat before it could leave the docs. He ran inside to see the little boy laughing and steering the boat. Donald quickly pulled him away and took the wheel. This wasn't the first time Dewey caused trouble.
Just last week he set a swimming pool at school on fire. How do you set a pool on fire?
Dewey was also known for many other incidents.
Incident number one
"The pirates life for me!" a 3 year old Dewey chimed as he swung on a rope that hung on a sail of a boat. He playfully swung back and forth, rocking the wooden boat as he did.
The second Donald came into sight, he dropped everything and ran to the random boat.
"Dewey no!" Donald cried out. He climbed up the rope ladder and quickly made his way up. He grabbed Dewey before he could slip and fall.
"Hey! Get off my ship!" The owner of the boat spotted the two.
Incident number two
Dewey had become close friends with Beaklys granddaughter Webbigail. They basically knew each other since they were 1 year old. Playing, talking, sharing everything they had with one another. And that meant they shared the same trouble.
"Higher!" A 7 year old Webby called out. She held onto a rope from the sail while Dewey pulled onto the other side, lifting Webby high into the sky.
"Can you reach it yet?" Dewey asked her. Webby looked up to see she was a couple feet away from their boomerang. It was caught on the very top of the mast.
"Almost!" She said. Dewey again pulled with all his little 8 year old strength making Webby go higher.
"Dewey Duck, what are you doing?" The second he heard his uncles demanding voice from behind, Dewey let go of the rope and turned around. He saluted his uncle but the screams of Webby scared him to death.
"Webbigail!" They heard Beakly cry out. Webbys screams were then interrupted by a loud splash, "I'm coming!"
Another splash was heard. Dewey cringed in fear and worry. Fear because he just let his best friend fall into the ocean and worry about what Donald was about to punish him with.
"Am I in trouble?" Dewey squeaked in fear. Donald didn't reply. He just tapped his foot and crossed his arms. Giving his nephew a disapproving look.
Dewey sighed in disappointment. Donald scooped Dewey into his arms and placed him in his room.
Incident 3
"Stop poking it!" Donald rushed to Dewey who was batting a beehive with a stick. One last hit and the hive snapped off the branch, placing itself onto Donald's head.
No time to react, the man ran in circles, pulling the hive off his head.
"Am I grounded?" Dewey asked.
4
Your nephew let a baby bear loose in the school today," a teacher was calling Donald from home.
5
The houseboat was flooded and sinking
6
The airplanes wings fell off before take off
7
Baloo "accidentally" got glued onto his seat
8
The houseboat is flooded again only this time it's on fire with fire works bursting out of the windows.
9
Dewey led a crew of pirates to the houseboat where he and Webby were tied up.
"10,000 in cash and we release them!" The captain called out.
"10,000? We're worth only 10,000?" Dewey felt offended by this.
"Dewey…." Donald warned him from the docs.
"Make it 50,000! That's a fair price for at least one of us," Dewey demanded.
10
And this one is a biggie. Dewey seemed to have a great interest in what was beyond the Cape Suzette border. The whole kingdom was closed in by giant gold walls. No one could leave, no one could enter. The only entrance and exit was the gap between the two cliffs near the docs.
Dewey had a reputation of trying to cross that gap. But every time he would get caught by a moon person and dragged back to his uncle.
And all this was just in the past 3 months.
After 8 years of knowing each other, Daisy and Donald were finally having their wedding day. An 8 year old Dewey was happily placing his tux on and modeled in front of the mirror.
"Tux, bow tie, hair pulled back, yep, there's no one on this planet who matches your looks Dewford." He swiped his hair and spun around as if he was a pop star. "Guys look out! Here comes Dewey Duck!"
"They don't have much to look out for," the sound of a girl giggling caught him off guard.
He spun around so fast he fell off his feet. The sound of laughter filled the room. Dewey looked up, pushing his hair away from his face.
"Donald sent me down to see if you're ready," Webby said between giggles. The girl was ready for the wedding. A nice simple pink dress, silver shoes and a sparkling bow on the side of her hair. In her hands she held a basket full of flowers.
Dewey didn't answer. He just hopped onto his feet and straightened his tux again. Webby went deeper into the room and scanned it. Dewey already knew what she was looking for.
"No I haven't found any information on my mom or dad," he answered her unasked question.
Ignoring his answer, Webby hopped onto Deweys bed and pushed the small bookshelf to the side. Behind the bookshelf was a small chart. Pictures of Uncle Donald, his soon to be aunt Daisy, and a sloppy sketch of a female duck with the name Della.
"I didn't expect much. You only found out about your mother a couple months ago," Webby said. She put her hand into the basket she held and pulled out what looked like a picture. She pulled off the drawing Dewey had of Della.
"What are you doing?" Dewey asked a bit shocked she would take that off.
"I found this," Webby placed a picture of a little girl with light short hair, and pilot outfit. Dewey gasped when he saw this.
"Is that…."
"Della as a kid," Webby finished his sentence. She gleaned at the sight of Dewey being in so much shock. His mouth was wide open and tears could be seen in his light colored eyes.
"How…."
"When Donald and Daisy were cleaning the house boat for Daisy to move in, I found this picture in a box. Granny was about to throw out the box but I was able to save this picture," Webby explained.
Out of nowhere, she felt two arms wrap around her and pull her into a tight hug. Dewey buried his face into her shoulder like a kitten. She could feel some warm tears dripping onto her shoulder causing her to hug him back. She held onto him tightly and rubbed his back for comfort.
"How can I thank you…." Dewey whispered in a low voice enough for her to hear. She formed a smile at the sound of his happy voice beside her ear.
"For starters, we can not be late for your uncle's wedding," she said. Dewey lifted his head and looked at the clock. 9:50am.
"Awe shoot!" Dewey straightened his tux and fixed his hair, "We have 10 minutes! Come on!"
He grabbed Webby by her hand and pulled her out of his room.
Year after year, Deweys chart got bigger and bigger. More pictures of his mom and uncle were placed on his board. He even tried to squeeze out any information about his family from his uncle and aunt.
"Yout mother was a great adventure," Daisy explained to her nephew. She cooked up some pancakes and eggs for the young boy as she spoke about Della, "She and your uncle went on tons of adventures. Fighting golden statutes, saving kingdoms, and treasure hunting."
"Uncle Donald actually fought monsters?" a 10 year old Dewey laughed at the thought. Daisy simply smiled and served him his breakfast.
"I know it sounds crazy but Donald sailed the seas like a true hero," She explained.
"Did he run into any sea monsters?" Dewey asked excitedly.
"Tons! But let's just say that Donald's uncle wasn't too happy when the sea monster his ice cream," Daisy let out a chuckle at this.
"Donald has an uncle?" Deweys ears perked up at this new information.
"Yes he…." Daisy suddenly paused at mid sentence. She hesitated in talking more about Scrooge. Would his name give too much away? Would Dewey be able to connect the dots?
"Your great uncle was a great man," the two slightly jumped at the sound of Donald's voice. The man took a seat next to Dewey and looked down at him with a sad smile on his face.
"He used to take care of your mother and me. We would go on adventures together. Solving mysterious, and even rewriting history."
"Why didn't you ever tell me about him?" Dewey was excitedly jumping in his seat with a bright smile. Donald looked to his left for a slight second before looking back to his nephew.
"Unfortunately he met the same fate as your mother," this sentence brought Deweys smile down "He flew too close to the sun and got himself….. into a tight spot he couldn't get out of."
"And mom?" Dewey asked a little hesitant.
"She…. Was taken away by some bad people. People who wanted to hurt you when you were a baby," Donalds cleared his throat when he felt it was about to crack. He continued on with the story, "I tried to keep her safe, I tried to keep you and Daisy safe. But I was only able to save you and your aunt. Della and the others weren't lucky."
"Others?" Dewey caught on this word. Donald slowly got back up instead of clarifying this word.
"I don't know what happened to her or your great uncle. But I do know this, adventure leads to trouble and trouble leads to someone getting hurt."
Before he left, Donald placed his two hands on the little boys shoulders, looked into his eyes and spoke.
"Promise me Dewey, don't get into any more trouble. I can't afford to lose you like I lost your mom and great uncle,"
Dewey slowly nodded yes to this. His uncle placed a kiss on his forehead before leaving the house boat. After he was gone, Daisy picked up the dirty plates and pushed Dewey to her car.
His school wasn't so bad. It was just average really. But he wanted so much more than average. He wanted something great, magical, thrilling. Something that'll make his blood pump through his veins. But Donald had a point. He couldn't get into any more trouble since it meant he could get hurt or worse.
"Donald is right you know. He did lose your mother and great uncle to adventuring," Daisy started. She adjusted the mirror so she can see the little boy. He was resting his chin on the palm of his hand, looking out the window in deep thought, "But you don't have to stop the family tradition if you don't want to."
Dewey's thoughts were interrupted by this. He glanced at his aunt with wandering eyes. Daisy let a smile form on her pink lips.
"True Donald doesn't want you going on big adventures, but you can still have adventures. Sailing the seas and delivering what needs to be delivered…." Dewry rolled his eyes at this and looked back out the window. Daisy wasn't done just yet with her point, "... Fighting stormy seas, storms, giant waves as big as 10 ships combined!"
Dewey again looked at Daisy, only this time his face was intrigued.
"Cyclones you'll face, whirlpools and who knows, maybe you'll face some sea monsters," Daisy continued. Dewey was wide eyed with amusement.
"Does uncle Donald really go through all that?"
"Oh yeah. And he even faced a pirate crew one time," Daisy revealed to the boys' excitement.
"When can I go with him to deliver?"
"Maybe when you're old enough or until Donald thinks you're ready," when the lady said this, Dewey felt a wave of disappointment fall on him, "But you don't have to stop dreaming you know. "Just close your eyes and you will see a world that's waiting for you. A world you can call your own,"
Once they made it to the school, Dewey could see Webby waiting for him at the stairs. She happily waved for him while Dewey hopped off the car. Daisy happily watched him walk into the school with his best friend. That kid was going to get in a lot trouble, she just knew it.
At recess, while all the kids played with the equipment or playground, Dewey was sneaking into the forest nearby. No one knew how but he always snuck past all the teachers. He didn't care if they called him crazy. They can say he lost his mind but he knew what he wanted. Adventure.
A hand touching his back was enough to startle him. He jumped and looked behind him, expecting to see an angry teacher. Instead, a cute smile from his closest friend is what filled his sight.
"Scared ya?" Webby let out a laugh at his reaction to which Dewey followed with a laugh.
"Come on," He grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him as he ran deeper into the forest.
"Off on another adventure?" Webby knew her friend all too well.
Dewey didn't answer cause his laughter was enough. They ran to a part of the forest that had thick leaves. It was enough to leave the two in a dark spot. Dewey grabbed a stick and drew something in the dirt while Webby poked some holes on a large leaf.
"Every night I dream of a sea full of storms," Dewey told her.
"Oh, and fighting sea monsters!" Webby happily chimed. Dewey eagerly nodded yes.
"I can just see us now. A sky full of stars and nothing but ocean for miles." As Dewey drew, Webby climbed onto a tree and rested on a branch. She pulled away some leaves and replaced it with the leaf that had holes on it. The sunlight shines through the holes causing what looked like stars on the dirt below.
Deweys drawing was of him and Webby on a ship, looking up in the sky. The specks of light created an illusion that they were looking at some stars.
Dewey looked up at his best friend with a bright smile. Webby returned the smile with eyes gleaming in joy. They didn't need to say it, they both knew what the other was thinking.
At the docks at night, Webby and Dewey were pushing a boat they made themselves into the ocean. Their boat was clearly made by amateurs. A bunch of logs tied with vines and a homemade sail. They stopped pushing when they hit the water and looked at eachother.
"Ready?" Dewey asked her. Webby gave the brightest smile he has ever seen and nodded yes.
They hopped on and opened their sail. Surprising them both, their little boat was moving. Dewey aimed their boat to sail between the two cliffs of Cape Suzette. If they made it across the cliffs, they'll finally be free to explore what's outside of Cape Suzette. No more walls, no more rules to follow.
Halfway to the cliffs, Webby could feel the fresh wind hit her in the face. She looked up at the sparkling stars, dreaming of what she wanted to see. All the monsters she'll face and treasure they might find. There weren't enough stars in the sky to describe how many dreams she had. Dewey was just the same. He wanted adventure, danger, to escape death at the last minute. He was already dreaming of all the storms he'll fight.
Only, they didn't go far. A gold staff tore their sail in half causing them to slow down. They looked up to see some moon people standing guard on their boats. The two gave a nervous laugh at this. It didn't take long to drag the kids back on land.
"We found them trying to cross the border," One of the moon soldiers told Donald. They dragged the two kids to the houseboat and explained what they just tried to do, "You are aware that no one can leave Cape Suzzette unless they have special permission from Lunaris himself? As in, deliveries only!"
"Yes, we are very aware," Donald answered as confidently as he could. He pulled the two kids into the houseboat and bid the moon soldier's goodnight. He shut the door and glared at the kids.
"What were you two thinking?" He scolded, "You have to stop trying to cross the border. There's no way out of here!"
"We just wanted to see what's outside of Cape Suzette. Like you," Dewey muttered in sadness. Donald took a deep breath in to cool down his anger.
"I know how much you kids want to see the world, but delivering through sea isn't safe." This only caused disappointment in their eyes. Feeling a tug of guilt on his heart, Donald tried to think of something that might make them feel better "What about this. If you two could prove yourselves worthy of traveling by the age of 15, I'll take you both with me on my deliveries."
"Really?" The two kids' eyes lit up like stars in the ocean. Donald happily nodded his head yes gaining himself a hug from the two.
From that day on they trained like never before. They learned how to sail, tie knots and how to use the stars as guides. Year after year, they sailed on lakes, rivers, anything they could do to prepare themselves to see the world.
Thankfully, Beakly let Webby train in self defense so she can be safe in the sea. She trained to use a sword, bows and arrows and even bombs just in case. While many saw this as unlady like, Beakly wasn't taking any chances. She wanted Webby safe and sound out in the ocean.
Dewey was trained in sailing. He would join Donald on small distance deliveries. Small trips that would only take an hour or two. He had to start somewhere. All the training gave the two friend's a well built body. Strong enough to lift barrels, boxes and to pull onto the ropes during a storm.
Once Webbys 15th birthday came, Donald prepared to set sail to a two day delivery. The two hopped on, excited that they will finally be able to leave this prison. Even for a couple days. Webby gave her granny one last kiss and hug. Dewey said his goodbyes to Daisy and was full of pride.
"You excited?" Webby couldn't hold still. She gleefully looked at the edge of the boat and watched as they inched closer to the gap.
"More than you can ever know," Dewey happily stood behind her and watched as they began to enter between the gaps.
Webbys eyes were full of stars. She looked up to see the cliffs high up with moon people watching them below. Webby gave a happy wave to them but only one waved back. The moment they crossed the gap, Webby jumped up in the air and cheered as loud as she could. The two looked up at the sky with smiles plastered on their faces. They couldn't believe that they were finally getting the dream they wanted.
It was night and Dewey was fixing a tear in the sail. This was everything he wanted. Every night he lied in bed just wondering how this feels. Now with the salty air in his face and the sound of waves in ears, he knew he was where he wanted to be. Once he was done sewing the fabric, he looked up at the mass to see Webby holding onto the ropes above. She was looking through her telescope, watching for anything ahead. She glanced down at Dewey, sharing his excitement.
"Can you believe we're here Dewey?" Webby chimed.
The girl grabbed onto a rope and swung down onto his level. She landed on the boom of the ship and happily squeezed him in a hug. Dewey wrapped his arms around the girl and swept her off her feet. He twirled her around, careful not to lose his footing.
"It's everything I ever wanted!" Dewey chimed in too, "The sea, the sky, and I get to share all this with you."
"Awe, Dewey," Webby cooed at his words. These two have gone through so much together. They were practically inseparable. The two grabbed a rope and hopped off from the mass.
Dewey was the first to make it on the deck. He held onto Webbys hand and helped her hop back on the deck. Out of instinct, he placed his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. The girl shyly ducked her head but kept her gaze on him. He gave her hand a light squeeze causing red to decorate the girls cheeks.
He had to admit, her light hair shines beautifully in moonlight. Her soft pale skin against his and twinkling eyes almost hiding behind her bangs. He released her hand and swiped a stray hair from her face. Pushing himself a little closer to her. She did the same, melting in his warm embrace. He placed his forehead onto hers, allowing himself to hear her steady breathing and his beating heart. He swore that his heart was beating hard enough that there was no way she couldn't feel it.
"Dewey? Webby?" The voice of Deweys uncle was enough to pop their bubble of tenderness. They looked to where the voice came from and saw Donald looking around.
"Here Uncle Donald," Dewey called out. He and Webby walked to him. He gestured for the young ones to come back inside to sleep.
Later that night, Dewey was pushed off of his bed by a strong force. He shot up and was quick to look out the window. Waves were splashing like wild against the ship. The wind came in so strong it forced open his window, nearly smashing the glass against the wall. With the window open, he could hear crew members shouting and working.
"Put your backs to it boys!" He heard his uncle call out. Dewey grabbed his coat and ran up to the deck. The strong winds were almost enough to blow the boy off the ship. He sheild his eyes from the rain and looked up at his uncle. He was steering the wheel, trying not to let it slip out of his grasp.
"Uncle Donald?" Dewey called out to him. Donald looked down at his nephew and was quick to fill him in.
"We entered a sea storm! Help the others to close the sails! It's too dangerous to have them open!"
Dewey wasted no time. He dashed across the deck and grabbed onto a rope some sailors were having trouble pulling. Half the sails were closed but with the other half open, it only sped up the boat. The speed was too much for Donald to handle. The wind kept pushing the ship towards rocks to which he had douge. The speed the wind was giving them didn't help.
At the top of the mass, Webby was closing the sails. She was careful to keep her footing right and held onto any ropes she could. From above, she could see everything that was ahead. A whirlpool that was almost next to them included.
"Donald! Whirlpool to your right!" Webby called out as fast as she could. Too late, before Donald could turn, the ship began to tilt slightly. They were at the very edge of the whirlpool and just began to get sucked in.
Thinking fast, Webby opened the sails that were in her reach. This had an immediate effect. The ship sped up and began to fight the force of the water. Slowly and with some struggling, Donald was able to steer the ship away, keeping the ship safe.
"Nice one!" Dewey called from below. Webby looked down with a smile, only for the smile to get wiped away in a second.
"Dewey!" She screamed. She grabbed a rope and swung down just in time to push Dewey off his feet. Faster than he can blink, a wooden box rammed itself against Webby. It pushed her to the edge of the ship and the force was enough to throw her off the ship.
"Man overboard!" A crew member shouted. Half the crew dropped what they were doing and ran to the edge where Webby fell. The wind and rain made their vision blurry but they could see the girl barely above the surface. She was kicking and swimming the best she could in a storm but there was no way she could swim back to the ship.
"Hold on Webby!" Dewey was the first to act. He grabbed onto some rope and tied it around him. He stumbled a bit when it came to tying a knot, "Was it the bunny going around the bush then into the cave…. cave? That ..."
He felt the rope tighten around his waist extremely tight.
"No time to figure it out! I told you should've practiced tying knots more," Donald tighten the rope around his nephew and pulled him to the edge of the boat. "Pull onto the rope 3 times when you have her! Go!"
Without a word, Donald pushed Dewey off the ship and into the water. His nephew disappeared into the waves, filling his mind with worry. He never liked putting his nephew or even Webby in danger but here they were. They wanted adventure and excitement right? But why couldn't adventure be, well, safer?
He held onto the rope, praying that he'll feel the three tugs soon. Seconds were like minutes to him. No, they were like hours to Donald. If Dewey didn't signal him in the next 30 seconds, he was diving in after him. Thankfully, 15 seconds in, he felt the rope tug in his hands three times.
"Pull!" Donald commanded his crew. Everyone put their backs to it and pulled the rope. Donald was overjoyed when he looked down. Webby was at least half conscious and Dewey looked like the most he only had a bruise. The sailor reached his hands out and pulled the two back on the ship.
"You ok?" Dewey was quick to check on Webby. The girl was coughing out any ocean water she inhaled.
"Yeah…. Just… having a bit of trouble…. breathing….." Webby said between her gasps for air. Donald helped her onto her feet and commanded some crew members to take her inside for treatment.
About an hour later, Dewey came back inside the boat and ran to where Webby was staying. He opened the door to see the girl sitting on her chair with a blanket wrapped around her. She looked out the window to see the storm was calming down.
"How are you feeling?" Dewey took a seat next to her.
"Honestly, I've never felt more alive," Webbys' voice was full of joy surprising Dewey.
"You nearly drowned,"
"But I didn't," Webby scooted a little closer to him before speaking again, "The rush of almost not making it for air. The thought of never seeing the sunlight again. It's enough to get your heart pumping and blood running! And at the end when you finally saved me! I can't wait for more in the future!"
She jumped excitedly in her chair. Dewey let a laugh escape his mouth when he saw her so happy. When she finally calmed down, she let out a happy sign and laid her head on his shoulder.
"Thanks for saving me Dewey. I'm really grateful I got to join you on this dream of yours,"
"Our dream Webby," Dewey happily wrapped his arms around her to give her some warmth, "And I have you to thank too. It would've been me that was overboard if you didn't push me in time."
"That's what friends do right?" Webby felt an instant punch to the stomach when the word friend escaped her mouth.
"Friends? I thought that moment we had meant something more than that," Dewey replied jokingly. He tightened his hug around before planting a kiss on her forehead. Webby giggled at the gesture and snuggled closer to him.
"It did…. it does," she whispered.
2 years later
Life was great. Adventure, family, friends and love. Dewey felt like he had it all. But he didn't. While he got to travel through sea, he never really got to explore land. Lunaris prohibited it to set foot on land that wasn't Cape Suzette to avoid anyone escaping. He couldn't complain. He had more freedom than most people in the kingdom. At least he wasn't in Duckburg where rules were much stricter than strict. Plus, there was still the issue of his mom.
At the docs, a party was being held for the young sailors 17th birthday.
"Make a wish Dewey," Donald encouraged his nephew. Dewey closed his eyes, tightly folded his hands into a prayer, and blew out his 17 candles. Everyone applauded and started to cut the cake.
"Wish for anything special?" Daisy asked him.
"You bet aunty Daisy!" Dewey chimed, "But it's best I keep it a secret. Oh! Do you mind if I use the restroom?"
"Go on ahead," Donald told him. Dewey hopped off his chair and ran into the boat house. He ran to his room and pushed onto a dresser. He moved it to the side to reveal a chart behind it. No doubt Webby was starting to leave an influence on Dewey. He looked at his chart and studied what he had so far. A picture of his real mom and uncle as kids, a picture of Scrooge, a picture of Daisy and a picture of him. A string connected them to indicate they were family. He grabbed a marker and checked off the day on his calendar.
"9 years, I've been looking for her for 9 years," Dewey looked at the picture of his mom. Ever since he was a kid, Donald has told him stories about his mom and how she was an adventure. While Donald insists that Della is gone for good, Dewey still felt like she was somewhere, waiting for him. He had to find her and once he did, his family will be complete.
He hid the chart again and made his way to the door. The second he placed his hand door knob, a sound of humming filled his ears. He gasped and looked behind him. His eyes scanning his room, seeing where the humming came from. The voice stopped singing, causing his chest to tighten in fear. His eyes were still scanning the room, trying to piece what just happened together. He slowly turned back around to his door, not letting go of the knob the whole time.
It came back, the sound of a female voice singing a tune. No words, just a voice singing. He looked again, trying to see any sign of a girl inside his room.
"Dewey?" The sound of Webbys voice made him jump 5 feet into the air.
"Webby?" Dewey turned to see she had opened the door without him noticing. Concern filled her eyes as she studied Dewey's scared expression.
"I came to check on you. You looked scared," Webby pointed out. Dewey straightened his back and tried to shake off his fear.
"No, no I'm ok. I guess I should listen to those scary stories on the radio less," He let out a nervous laugh.
So yeah! This chapter took a good total of 7 hours to make. With the storm and all.