Sequoia Coast dynamite

Keep your eyes on him.

Eyes on him..

Hide.

That was the only thing that kept Orochi from being dragged down completely. Seeing that red pelt (it’s no more than a blur now, features wiped away by the sea and tears) drove him to keep his head above water. If he just kept pushing maybe he’d get to him again. They’d get out of this, dry off somewhere on the mainland, laugh about it tomorrow. Maybe...

Another wave crashed over him, and as he did many times before, he forced himself to swim to the surface. Only this time, when he looked towards the bridge, his friend was gone.

No. No... No, no, no!

Hi-de...! A final cry before the water rushed into his lungs, and he was pulled into the ocean for eternity.