♞ ~ sincerely, @queen-toriel
Frisk sat behind a crate with her knees up to her chest, taking in a deep breath as she felt the wind pick up, meaning the ship had set sail. The whole boat began to rock, making Frisk feel a little sea sick.
She had snuck on to get away from her foster home, thinking that stowing away on the first boat she found would be a good idea. That was, until, she heard footsteps.
Frisk covered her hand over her mouth, trying to make herself as hushed as possible. She was breathing very heavily. She couldn’t get caught, now! That wasn’t fair! But her breathing was too heavy, she could probably be heard.