The Castaway Wither Team

Chapter 1: The Sailor Team

"Ahhh, there's nothing like feeling the wind against your face..."

"Hearing the sound of waves crashing against the ship..."

"And seeing that bright shining sun."

"Blaaaarrrgh!!!! Oh, that is not pretty at all!"

"Not to mention Witherstorm barfing his guts out." Added Petra, who flinched at the sight of the creature bent over the side of the ship. Once again, the gang had returned to the Imagination Dimension...but this time it was to help Bucky find some sort of treasure that was out in the middle of the ocean. So he built a ship, piled everyone on it, at set sail for the thing he's looking for. "Bucky, are you sure this treasure is for real?" Eden asked. "We've been out on the water for a couple of hours, and I don't know if I trust you fully."
"Yes, yes, for the fifth time...the treasure is for real! We've been out on the other water for a long time because I think this electronic compass is pointing me in the wrong direction." Bucky replied. "So you're telling me that we've been going the wrong way for two hours?!?!" Witherstorm gasped, forcing himself to hold back more toxic puke. "I think I'm gonna be sick...." He bent over the edge of the ship again and let go of all the food he ate before the trip started, causing Eden to scrunch up her face at the sight of the withered gunk falling into the ocean, as well as causing the fish to die...not to mention one shark. "Geez, Witherstorm...how much did you eat?" She asked. "Enough to make me seasick!" He replied rather hastily, as he stumbled over to the ship's mast. Ham went up to him, and gave him a reassuring pat on the back. "Don't worry, buddy! I'm sure we'll be to our destination in no time!" He said. "Erm...try three more hours." Bucky said. Witherstorm let out a loud groan, as everyone stared at Bucky in shock. "Three hours?! How do you know for sure?" Eden asked. "That's what the compass said." Bucky replied, as Petra stepped up. "Bucky, I can't afford to be out here all day. I promised Cloud that I would spend some time with him today." She said, gesturing to the pup who was lying in the corner of the ship. He stood up, the bored expression on his face refusing to go anywhere. "Yeah...and apparently when you said that, you meant on a rickety old boat in the middle of the ocean." He said. "I didn't, but Bucky dragged us out here!" Petra said, kneeling down to her adopted son's height. "Don't worry, we'll be outta here soon."
"Haha, nope! Might as well call yourselves the Sailor Team, mates, 'cause we've got nothing but open ocean ahead!" Bucky piped up, as Cloud groaned and laid back down again. "Great, wake me up whenever we get there." He curled up and closed his eyes, looking to try and fall asleep to make the trip go faster. As for the rest of the team, they didn't feel like complaining as much as they wanted off the ship...so they just took a seat and let Bucky do the work.