Hey hey everyone! Glad everyone is enjoying the fanfic! ^^ A nice big and longer than usual chapter for you all today. This is one of the big parts of the story as well as a turning point for some of the characters. Poor Webby, I put that girl through so much with this. But she never gives up! That's what I love about her. I really liked writing the back and forth between her and Scrooge at that one moment within the story. Adds to all the tension! I've been struggling with some writers block lately ;_; but I think I'm slowly getting over it. I did some writing last night and then I hope to do more today. Maybe edit more of the final chapters of this fanfic a bit more before I post them. It's getting close to the part I am currently working on. I know what to write, but its not just coming out the way I want! Don'tcha just hate that?

Anyways, I've also got some other mini projects I'm working on in the mix. Including some with my OC that I've been hinting about on tumblr. I'm so glad my ideas have been accepted on there ^^. I'm still too nervous to publish a few ideas I have been working on.

Thanks to everyone who has posted comments. It really does help me write more because I feel like my work is appreciated and that I'm not just making a fool of myself. I'm far from a great writer, I am very rusty. But I'm doing my best and that's all I can do.

Until next time,

Lore out! (P.S.) Keep on the lookout for new stories I might start soon!

"I do not have enough Acid for this." Webby commented.

"Never thought I'd hear you say that." Dewey tried to joke, but he was still rather terrified as the group of golems closed in around them.

Huey was looking frantically for a weapon. Finding a long stick, he grabbed it and started waving it at the nearby golem, made completely by fire mind you. The golem simply grabbed the stick, setting it on fire.

Yelping, Huey waved the stick around. "Oh right fire!"

Webby's eyes darted between the group. One golem made of fire, one made of water, one made of storm clouds? And one made from wood.

Slowly a smile began to form on her face. "I think I have an idea."

"What?" Dewey asked. Glancing at the triplets, Webby paused, her face slightly unsure.

"Webby?" Huey asked.

Closing her eyes, she sighed.

"Huey!" She said.

"Yes?" Was his automatic reply.

"Take the fire elemental around for a spin." She smirked, Then she turned to Louie. "Louie, take the wooden one and make sure they hug it out!"

Louie grinned, understanding completely what she was doing. "Roger."

"Hey tree hugger!" Louie teased, trying to get the Tree monster to follow him.

Huey did the same with the fire elemental, leaving burning trees in its wake.

"What about us?" Dewey asked.

"Try to get Aqua here in on the action." She ordered, pointing as his brothers were already luring the others away.

"I'll take care of Stormy here." Webby then threw the acid into Dewey's hand. "Take it!"

"But..Webs…" Dewey stared at his friend. Her back was to him. Closing her eyes she took a breath.

"Just take care of your brothers okay?" Webby whispered, then launched herself at the golem.

Dewey reached out to stop her, but a large tentacle of water stopped him. Glaring back at the golem getting in his way, he clutched the bottle tighter within his grip.

"HEY LOUSY EXCUSE FOR A DOWNPOUR! Yeah you heard me TRICKLE DOWN!" He taunted the golem. "Can't catch me!" He glanced up and saw his brothers running towards each other rapidly. Both golems were blindly following them. He ran straight towards them both, his own golem on his tail.

He grinned proudly as fire and wood collided, instantly setting the wooden beast on fire.

It let out a horrid screech and tumbled to the ground, rolling in a futile attempt to put out the fire. The fire golem was reaching for Huey. But Dewey sped up and the water golem could not stop in time before he too collided with the fire demon.

Instantly both of the golems cried out in agony. The water dissolved into almost a gray husk and the fire was quickly fizzling out into clumps of mud and ash.

Quickly Dewey found the symbol on all three of the golems and used the acid to destroy the three golems for good.

"Where's Webby?" Huey huffed, catching his breath.

Dewey glanced behind him where he could hear the sound of distant thunder and a bright flash of light.

"I don't know…."

Webby dodged another lighting attack that scorched the earth where she had previously been standing no more than a minute ago. Flying through the air, she tried to land a direct kick on the golem.

But her attack just went right through the gray mass of clouds. Clouds were made of water and dry air she mentally remembered.

Cursing, she realized that she had limited options.

"Okay Webby think." She dodged another lightning attack. "What can stop a bunch of clouds?" Cartwheeling behind a tree she pressed herself against it. Pursing her beak together she hit her head gently against the bark. "I need something…to soak up the moisture?" She felt like her heart was dropping.

"But…I don't have anything…"

A lightning strike hit the tree, sending her flying away and onto her bad side. She let out a cry of pain. Clenching her beak and blinking back tears, she glanced back to see the tree she was standing near on fire.

She gazed up to see the golem closing in.

I shouldn't have run away from the boys….

Closing her eyes she pulled herself up, suddenly realizing she could barely move her right arm. She touched it and let out a semi pained cry.

Now her arm was broken instead of bruised. Clutching it, she dodged another lightning attack, which sent the trees and shrub near her ablaze.

Running around, she did all she could to get away from the monster. She had no more tricks, no more ideas and that terror alone was enough to make her feel so weak. Her running greatly slowed and the golem shot several more bolts her way.

"I…." she whispered. "I can't…do this…Dewey, Huey….Louie help.." she tried to call out but her voice was so soft even she could barely hear it.

Running blindly through the forest, she found herself wandering further away from the boys and closer to some strange looking mountain.

Panting and whining, she scrambled frantically as the golem was closing in.

That was when she saw a flash of color to her right.

Her foot caught on a root and she was sent spiraling into the ground before her. Crying out, she stumbled back and tried to regain her footing frantically as the earth beneath her trembled.

The thundering steps got closer and as she got to her feet she looked around for a place to hide.

There it was, another flash of color.

Pink, purple, blue.

Blue?!

"Dewey?!" Webby rasped. Instantly she ran towards the color she saw. She made another right as she saw another flash of color. Red…

Not even bothering to rethink of what she was following, she ran blindly. She saw white feathers and a shifting of colors once more.

Now green.

"Louie?" Webby questioned.

A female giggle was her only answer.

Twisting her head to the right she saw a flash of pink hair.

"Wait..who.." Webby ran towards the mysterious person, almost forgetting about the golem chasing her.

She broke through a few more trees until she stopped, looking up in awe at what she saw before her.

"A Temple!"

Before her was a large opening of a long forgotten cave. It had aged with time, vines and moss covering most of the ancient carvings. But she could see two soldiers guarding the entrance. Painstakingly etched within the stone that encircled the opening to the cave.

It also held strange symbols and markings Webby could not identify.

Before she could explore further, a loud rumbling and shriek made her snap her head so fast it took a second for her eyes to focus on what shocking sight she saw before her.

It was the golem, which looked as if it was almost being electrocuted. It had collided with what appeared to be a shield around the temple Webby was now in front of. A transparent dome encircling the area that could only be seen with the golem obstructing it.

Webby herself had passed through the shield with no issues.

But the golem was dissipating before her eyes, screaming in agony from the massive amount of power.

Beak dropped in shock, she could only watch as the elemental's clouds began to fizzle and vanish into thin air until nothing was left of the golem that had been once there.

Webby felt the life leave her as she hit her knees, letting herself take a break and breathing hard. The pain of her broken arm was now becoming harder for her to handle. She knew she was tough, but dealing with this amount of pain both in her arm and side was almost maddening. She curled in a fetal position, feeling herself start to cry.

Not just because of the pain either. Those words the boys said were ringing within her mind over and over. If only pain was only physical…the emotional pain seemed to hurt worse.

Screaming and slamming a hand into the earth beneath her, Webby let loose everything she was feeling alone.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry I screwed up so bad you guys hate me now! I'm sorry I betrayed you Uncle Scrooge, I'm sorry that I can't save you Lena!" Opening her eyes at that last statement, she felt her eyes mist over and clutching her wounded arm to her chest with her good one she hiccupped and let the tears flow freely. What could she do now? She didn't know if she could face anyone right now. Could she go home?

After a few more seconds she managed to calm down and she dried her tears. As she slowly sat up she noticed a light blinking deep within the temple. She couldn't help but be a little curious, so she got to her feet and slowly made her way through the threshold of the cavern.

As she did, symbols on the temple walls around her began to glow in succession in a faint blue light.

"What kind of temple is this?" she wondered out loud, almost tripping over a fallen column with a long shattered bust littering the expertly designed and crafted floor beneath her feet.

Every inch of this place had such fine details. Everything from the painted ceiling which had seen better days. Most of the paint was flaking off, so much of the murals were distorted and crumbling. The gold outlined archways of the various rooms made this place feel more like a palace than a temple. Was this god a rich god? It certainly seemed as if this god was important to the people who created this temple for it.

Finally before her she saw a large painted mural. But most of it had been scratched and broken away. She could see colors of white, blue and gold. And a set of startling blue eyes staring right through her.

Feeling her stomach drop out from under her, she swallowed and quietly walked through each room.

At first it seemed like it was just an old temple, some of the rooms were puzzling to her though. There were rooms that seemed as if they had decaying beds within them. She thought she even saw what would have been an ancient kitchen.

But as she made it to the very back room, she saw something that made her freeze in her tracks.

It was a sarcophagus.

Or it was what she assumed a sarcophagus would look like.

A long stone box, this also had many designs etched upon it. It resembled a mixture of ancient celtic and maybe Egyptian?

And lying on top was a stone figure. Its arms were crossed on the chest and although Webby was a distance away, she could see a slight shape of a head. Possibly eyes too?

But she had never seen the form it held before. It was almost as if it the face had been scraped away, distorted almost. She could barely make out eyelids. But no duck bill or anything identifying it as any other kind of person from this world. Almost as if there was a thick film hiding its true form from view.

Now feeling very unsure, she was hesitant to go further. But still, something about this seemed…odd.

A breeze fluttered into the room, causing a piece of what Webby assumed was stone to ripple within the wind.

Her eyes widened.

This figure wasn't made of stone.

That's when she noticed the feathers upon this figure weren't dark but a light gray. And a thin, almost transparent sheet was covering this being.

Scared, Webby took three steps closer to this…thing and reached out.

Her fingers were mere inches from it and although her heart was pounding a mile a minute she steeled herself and reached out.

Her fingers brushed fabric.

"Uncle Scrooge, Donald… anyone! I don't know if you will get this but I have to try." Della grit her beak and slammed a fist down upon the controls of the Spear of Selene.

"I want you all to know I love you. Scrooge, Donald, the boys…" She smiled wanly. "Even if I can never come home. I want you to know this…Also..don't trust.." suddenly the video glitched out and Scrooge frantically pressed a hand against the glass.

"No! Della!"

Eyes snapped open as Webby's fingers brush against the fabric. The calming blue of them fade into a deep angry red. An angry wail erupts from the now very alive being who lied on the table.

Magic erupted within the room.

The whole island began to shake.

Scrooge let out a yelp as the panel before him exploded. Cursing a blue streak, he quickly threw his tea onto the blazing panel as he realized the console was no longer functional. Still a desperate attempt was made to turn it back on.

"Della?! Donald!" Scrooge's frightened words echoed around him. A crushing thought began to form within the back of his mind.

He's lost contact with Donald.

There's a cosmic storm out there.

He might lose Donald too.

"No…" Scrooge's broken voice echoed, slamming his fists over and over on the panel. "NOT AGAIN!"

Webby had hit the ground, her arm covering her ear and head as she was trying to block out the loud noise from the being above her. It seemed as if the entire earth was shaking with how much force was being unleashed from this…being.

Finally the wail subsided but the pressure within the air did not. Webby happened a glance up and paled as she realized this creature was now staring right at her.

"Who are you?" The fractured voice of the being asked aggressively.

Webby tried to act as harmless as possible.

"Hi, I'm Webby.." She managed with a slight smile.

"Did you cause this?" The angry voice seemed to reverberate within Webby's very soul.

"Huh?" Webby was generally confused at what it was asking.

"ANSWER ME!" The being roared, glowing a bright blue as it rose towards the ceiling. The wispy figure sent a wave of magic, knocking Webby off her feet. Her back collided painfully with the wall and Webby let out a cry of pure agony. She crumbled to the ground, tears blurring her vision. Her head was hurting too. It was hard to stay conscious.

"I…..I…" Webby managed to say but it was difficult. "I didn't do anything.."

"LIAR!" The begin roared and as Webby lied there, her palm splayed out she realized what these tremors really were.

The island was exploding.

The volcano was waking up.

Dewey was pacing.

Huey was looking around the area, checking his guidebook and wondering what was taking Webby so long.

Louie kept glancing back towards the ocean.

Huey glanced over at Dewey and sighed. "Dewey…" Either his brother didn't hear him, or he was ignoring him. Annoyed, Huey reached out and grabbed him. "Dewey!"

Snapping his head to his brother, he jerked. "What?!"

Raising an eyebrow, Huey rolled his eyes a bit at the others attitude. "Pacing isn't going to help things. Besides, maybe Webby is just taking time to….relax a bit. We were pretty hard on her."

And flashes of the conversation appeared once more in Dewey's mind. Averting his eyes and gritting his beak, he couldn't argue that point. A sickening feeling was inching closer to his heart. That last thing Webby heard, Dewey wanted to apologize but his stubborn pride was blocking him.

Louie glanced at his brothers and frowned. "You guys were being jerks to her."

"You weren't any better!" Dewey snapped and then clenched his hands into fists at his sides.

"True, but I would never play the 'not family' card." Louie glared at him. "Even I know what a destructive move that was. You know that means more to Webs than anything."

Dewey couldn't say anything to that so he turned away, crossing his arms.

"What is this all about? Dewey you usually never get this upset when we lie." Huey commented.

Dewey closed his eyes painfully. "We….me and Webs have been through a lot together. That whole thing with mom. Webby was by my side every step of the way. She was…she was really great." He smiled a bit. "But now that she needs help, its like she's so far away from me. I didn't even realize…" his eyes met Huey's. "Did she really have a panic attack?"

Huey slowly nodded. "And having experience myself, I can say that wasn't her first it appears."

"She mentioned it was about almost dying, in the Shadow Realm.." Louie murmured.

Dewey winced.

"I think we all expected Webby to be stronger than she really was." Huey surmised. "No living person could not be affected from that experience."

"We were too blind to see it." Dewey said in a guilty tone. "I can't believe it." Shaking his head. "We were the closet to her and we didn't notice her hurting at all!" He kicked a tree.

"She didn't exactly offer her emotions either." Louie added. "We can't blame ourselves for that. She's too good at what she does."

"There is something else we forgot to take in account as well." Huey added, eyeing Dewey. "She really seemed like she felt no choice but to lie to us about mom."

Dewey's eyes narrowed but Huey held up a hand to stop him. "No, listen Dewey. You of all people need to hear this."

Glaring at his younger brother, he put his hands on his brothers shoulders. "You need to let this go. This anger and resentment you hold over her. After all." He paused. "You did the exact same thing with mom."

It was as if a light bulb went off in Dewey's head. "Oh Duck….you're right."

All the energy left him and Dewey hit his knees.

"And..this is just a theory. But…this may be Webby's first fight." Huey surmised.

"Your point is?" Louie raised an eyebrow.

"I…."

"She doesn't know how to apologize…." Dewey finished, a veil was lifted and Dewey's eyes sparkled with such clarity it actually scared Louie a bit.

Feeling guilt start to crush him, he looked up at his brothers. "We have to find her."

A loud screech echoed throughout the island and instantly the triplets were on alert. "What the!"

A loud rumbling noise directed their attention to the volcano, which erupted with such force all three ducks tumbled to the ground. Yelping, Dewey looked up in horror as ash filled the air and lava slowly began to drip from the volcano.

"Oh this just went from bad to 'we need to get off this island now!'" Louie shook Huey and Dewey was looking around frantically.

"We have to find Webby!" He told his brothers desperately.

Huey shook his head. "Too risky. That lava could easily separate us and then none of us would be getting off this island."

"We can't just leave her!" Dewey angrily rebutted.

"We don't have a choice." Huey shot back.

Louie was glancing between his brothers and frowning. The shaking and angry noises the volcano made were really unsettling to say the least. Would the island survive?

"I want to go home." Louie whispered desperately.

Another explosion echoed from somewhere far away and Dewey's eyes were drawn back to the volcano. Instantly Webby's face with tears flooded his mind. Her pushing him away, the unstableness in her voice. And a flash of her telling him she was fine and yet now he was noticing her strained smile in his minds eyes.

"Look Webby can handle herself and get out of anything…" Huey started but Dewey with eyes closed shook his head.

"No we have to stop that."

"What?"

"Assuming that Webby will be okay." Dewey glared at his brother. "Not noticing, thinking of only our pain is what got us into this mess in the first place! Webby is a part of our family and we don't leave anyone in our family behind!" Without another word, Dewey spun on his heel and bolted into the jungle.

"No wait! Dewey!" Louie frantically reached out for his brother but Huey stopped him.

Huey sighed, watching his brother's blue shirt vanish from view.

"Huey what are you doing?" Louie demanded.

Huey paused.

"Dewey was right, we have to get Webby back...I have to trust he can do this without getting himself killed." He sent his youngest brother a wane smile. "As for us… we got to find a way off this island quickly. Where is Launchpad anyways?"

Another explosion caused their eyes to drift to where the remaining piece of the Sunchaser had been lodged. One of the mountains it had been sandwiched between was the volcano and what they heard was the plane piece exploding. A strange whistling and a scream echoed around them, until Launchpad himself landed between the brothers, smoke coming from his beak and various other random parts of his slightly crisp body.

"Launchpad!"

"Are you okay?!"

"Oh hey little buddies!" Launchpad looked up at them a little dizzy. Still having some vertigo he sat up and added. "So….when is the next rerun of Darkwing Duck coming out?"

With that, he fainted.

Dewey ran as fast as his webbed legs would allow. He noticed it was getting a bit warmer as he ran around blindly. He didn't even know where Webby was, but he had to keep looking for her.

He tried to give the volcano a wide birth, worried that she may have ended up getting caught within that mess. But he couldn't stop. He had to find her, she had to be okay! He couldn't let things end like this!

Although he could have sworn that he was further away from the volcano, once he entered a clearing his eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

Before him stood the rumbling giant in all its horrific glory. Streams of red and yellow magma were gushing from it with no signs of stopping. Before him was an inferno.

"Oh great.." Taking several quick steps back, he realized the jungle around him was quickly becoming nothing more than a painting of hell.

Stumbling to his left, he made a break for the group of trees. But had to stop as he exited the next clearing. There was another stream of very hot liquid rock.

Letting out an exasperated noise, he turned around and went another direction. "Webby! Webby!" He yelled. "If you can hear my voice please! Tell me where you are!"

Suddenly he heard a giggle.

Turning instantly he scanned the trees and saw a flash of pink.

"Webby?" Dewey whispered. "Webby is that you?"

He ran towards the blurry pink imagine, which vanished as soon as he reached the tree she had been previously standing.

Suddenly another image appeared to his right. "Dewey.."

His body jerked again and saw the faint outline once more. It did look like Webby.

"Webby!" He ran towards the image again.

And once more it seemed to dissipate as soon as he reached where she had been standing. "Wha? Webby this isn't funny!" He yelled at the sky.

"Dewey.." The voice echoed within the woods again. Turning around he saw the form one last time. She stood before a very old looking tree and again she was too far for him to make her out. But she was wearing pink and purple, Webby's colors.

"Dewey find me.." The figure whispered and Dewey ran towards her.

"No need to I got-" He leapt towards her, only to fly right through the image. It dissipated and Dewey landed hard, tumbling and groaning.

"You…" he finished, then groaned. Glancing up once more at where she had been standing, he felt his heart clench. "What…was that?" he asked, confused.

A burst of wind and a scream echoed behind him. Glancing behind him, his bill dropped as he slowly shifted his head upwards to look at the mountain before him.

"Holy…"

Another cry of pain made his head snap back down towards the carved opening of the mountain. His brain instantly registered it as Webby's voice.

"WEBBY!" He yelled and grit his beak, running at full speed into the temple.

Within the grove of trees, a teen, pink haired duck rested a finger against her beak. She smiled slightly and vanished within a swirl of stars.

Dewey broke through into the room with Webby and instantly saw the strange being? Ghost? Banshee? Looming over his friend. Quickly he slid before her, brandishing a piece of wood he found lying around nearby.

"Don't go near her!" he yelled bravely.

Webby's surprised face mirrored the being's eyes briefly and she whispered. "Dewey?"

Seeing the blood staining the side of Webby's face, Dewey's heart lurched a bit. "Webs! Are you okay?!"

Meanwhile the red in the beings eyes faded a shade. "Oh what's this?" She raised an eyebrow as Webby struggled to stand despite all her wounds.

She got to her feet, her determined stare caused the strange being to stop from attacking for a second.

"Oh?" The being spoke in a female voice and Dewey swallowed heavily.

"Listen.." Webby managed. "I'm sorry I woke you up but I didn't do anything to you! Its rude to just fling people around like rag dolls you know!"

The ghosts eyes narrowed and she brought herself closer to the young duckling. "Oh?" It growled. Webby didn't flinch, Dewey did though.

"Yeah!" Webby made the meanest face she could muster, frowning and glaring with everything she had.

The two seemed to have a stare off and Dewey was highly worried and confused.

"Um…" he didn't know what to do at that point.

Suddenly the female specter broke and started to laugh. Closing her eyes, it seemed as if her entire energy changed around her. The shaking abruptly stopped and Webby blinked, falling on her butt as all her strength left her. Dewey wrapped an arm around her trying to keep her from passing out.

Once she stopped laughing, the being's eyes opened. They were now a bright blue instead of red. She snapped her finger and her appearance seemed to shift before their eyes.

She transformed into a Duck with light gray feathers, long silver hair and a beautiful blue and silver gown that had transparent fabric sleeves. Around her neck were several old looking pieces of jewelry and holding her hair back in place was a flower barrette made of silver and what appeared to be Aquamarine.

Her light gray feathers and light silver and blue eyeshadow completed her look.

Dewey's jaw dropped and Webby looked on shocked as well.

"Who…" Dewey's mind was in overdrive.

"Are you?" Webby finished.

The older female duck smirked.

"Why darlings…don't you know a goddess when you see one?"

Scrooge frantically ran, an odd looking piece of machinery under his arm. He burst from the manor and quickly looked up at the sky as he clutched it tightly to his chest. This was his last chance. Glaring at a sky he quickly got to the edge of the property and set the machine down. It was an old piece of junk. He didn't quite understand everything Gyro told him about it being some kind of communication device with radio waves and what not. But it should also show a bip on the scanner screen once the space ship entered the earths atmosphere.

"C'mon Nephew…" Scrooge growled. "I know this cannot stop ye.." Turning it on he grasped the phone like object and pressed it up to the side of his head. He could hear static and a groaning noise flickers of radio signals but nothing from the ship.

"Blasted Contraption!" He slammed the phone down and fell to his knees beside the device. Tearing at the grass he resisted crying. Crying did nothing in this situation.

As he stared harshly into the grass, feeling his world unraveling once again and Curse it all, if he didn't feel like this was all his fault again, he could barely hear the slight beeping from the communication.

But the ping noise finally was registering in his ears and instantly his eyes were on it. On the radar portion he could see a blinking dot. Grabbing the device he started to laugh.

"He did it!" He whooped and threw the radio in the air as he looked at the sky, noticing a trail of smoke flying towards the bay.

It looked like he had a nephew to fish out of the sea. He hoped he could catch Beakley before she set out.

In retrospect, Donald realized how stupid going alone into space would be. Not only was his plan B shot, so was Plan C and various others he had carefully constructed in his head in case of worst case scenarios.

Never did he plan for a cosmic storm to attack HIM of all people.

But then again, he was Donald Duck so..

"I'm such an idiot.." Donald groaned. He had listened to Della's message and his heart was hurting from the emotion it brought deep within him. He wanted to save her desperately. But it seemed as if he would have to wait a bit longer to hug his twin. He could do it, he could wait. He knew what was most important, what she would want. Glancing back at the Cosmic storm tearing through space to suck him inside, that is if he got home at all.

Guess it was time to give that good ol' Duck rage a try.

"You are not getting me tonight!" He growled and thrust the controls to max. Ignoring the warning lights blaring around him, he spun the ship towards the earth and used all the fuel and power he could to escape the pull of the storm. At first it seemed as if he would be pulled within the dark inky abyss, but with another roar and once more pushing the craft to its limits he broke free of the pull.

Finally, after a few tense minutes he let out a breath as he watched the storm dissipate from view.

But the warning lights were still blaring. The ship was rocking violently as it began to enter the earths atmosphere.

"Oh shi-" Donald quacked.

Clouds flew past his ship at amazing speed and before him, he marveled briefly at the large vast ocean before him before realizing that the ocean was approaching him at a fast rate of speed.

Frantically looking at every control he pressed every button he could think of.

Thankfully, he pressed the emergency escape button in time. The front cockpit was detached from the rocket and flew into the bay of Duckburg safely.

Donald Duck let out a relieved sigh.

For once, luck was on his side.

The cockpit soon started to fill with sea water.

Donald quacked frantically.

Okay well maybe not.