"FUUUUUUUUCK!" Wesley cussed as he fell through the air. A hundred miles away a mother was covering her child's ears, the windows of a small shed were broken and a boy gasped at the seemingly omniscient swearing. As if done by the hand of a god to preserve the innocence of anything within a hundred mile radius Wesley fell into the ocean. It's amazing that he didn't die.
Nearby Heidi was taking off her heavy hoodie as it was weighing her down. Nick was doing a terrible doggy paddle. Marceline was crying and looked ugly as hell due to being terrified. Reus and Weasel were chilling on some driftwood that appeared the fuck out of nowhere. Victor had a foot in his face (courtesy of Reus) who was trying to get on to the driftwood.
"Bitch. Please" Weasel mewled. Roxanne was floating nearby doing a lovely starfish motion. Z was flailing around like one of those weird inflatables you see at used car shops. Marceline promptly wet her pants as Wesley hit the water. Weasel was thrown off the driftwood and landed on top of Nick, promptly drowning them both. Wesley promptly started crying along with Marcie. Heidi promptly screamed at how much the situation sucked.
"Trololol" Victor sang happily as he got on the driftwood. That damn troll.
Anyway the group spent the whole hour trying to swim to the nearby island. If you thought this was a fanfiction about Greek gods you were right but also wrong. By the time they finally washed up on the shore Wesley, Marceline and Roxanne passed out, Nick had got lost somewhere, Reus was curled up on the beach and Weasel and Victor were huffing and puffing. Only Z was strong enough to stand and just barely.
"The ocean… Flipping… SUCKS" Z moaned. A boy with black hair and grey eyes slapped her in the back of the head with the flat side of his sword. Z fell onto the sand with a loud thud.
"No it does not" he said coldly. Behind him a girl with long curly hair and hipster glasses rolled her eyes.
"Godammit Austin! We were supposed to be stealthy!" she groaned at him.
"Delilah, if they're monsters then it's best to attack first" he argued back. Reus curled out of his ball long enough to give Austin the middle finger.