nice to sea you again

ok, so they’ve tried avoiding water - that hasn’t worked. maybe they just have to approach it…slowly. one step at a time. there’s something to be said for exposure therapy, isn’t there? Spider certainly hopes so, because otherwise they’re just approaching the coastline and shaking violently for no discernible reason. and that’d look pretty silly, wouldn’t it?

you’reokayyou’reokayyou’reokay. it’s the theme song to their terror as they come to a halt by the shore, eyeing the lapping waves with open suspicion. at least it can’t jump up and bite them, that’s for sure. or shore. heh. “focus,” they hiss to themselves, glancing out at the collection of small islands in the distance. maybe if they just try to make it to one of the small ones?

their paw shakes, but they lift it up from the sand and hover it over the water, slowly lowering it despite the warning alarms blaring through their brain. the sloshing of waves fills their ears, and suddenly they’re terribly aware of their heartbeat as it pounds against the walls of their skull. c’mon, just a little more… a particularly large wave comes surging forward and water leaps up, spittles landing on their outstretched foot - which draws a startled yelp from Spider as they stumble backward. they boggle at the shoreline, feeling a mixture of shock and betrayal. it does bite!

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