Fᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ // ʀᴀɪɴʙᴏᴡᴩɪɴɪᴏɴѕ & ᴩɪɴɪᴏɴᴇᴅᴡɪɴɢѕ & Qᴜɪᴄᴋ-ᴏɴ-ᴛʜᴇ-ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ
Open water, that was all the zoan could see, for miles, blood dripping from his left wing in a steady flow, he couldn't even see straight any more, vision going in and out every few moments, pain zapping up through his injured wing every time he beat it against the air, he needed to land, where was the ship... it'd been right there, then suddenly it wasn’t.
Kazu knew there was a certain jump in time between when he'd last seen his captain, and when Marines had cornered them but she'd be fine... he just... he needed to land.
He couldn't even clearly see now, a black shape below against the stark blue waters was all he saw before he dipped, unable to keep himself airborne and plummeted towards the object, his large feathered body colliding with what felt like a deck... certainly wasn’t his deck, but that landing sure as fuck hadn't helped his wing, a pained squawk escaping his beak as he tried to move... oh god where was he… whose ship was this…?
It hurt to move…
