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Ship Wrecked

Summary:

(This is an au where Snufkin is a pirate instead of a vagabond and centres around that)
One day, Snufkin finds himself washed up on a beach near Moomin Valley after being involved in a shipwreck. He wanders into the valley in search of help and ends up meeting the moomins

Notes:

Warning: there's a brief mention of blood in the chapter, injuries have not been described.
Also it might look a bit short to those on a laptop, I wrote it on my phone from like,,,,,,,1:30am till 2:30am and I did not put my all into it. If I'm motivated enough the second chapter should be out later today

Chapter Text

Snufkin was stood on his ship, trying to get the crew organised and try to get through the storm. Everyone was panicking, the ship was being tossed to and throw by the waves and as a result, so were the crew. Snufkin was about to say something to a member of the crew but soon noticed something, a giant wave that was about to crash right into the ship. There wasn't anything he could do, and before he knew it, the wave consumed the ship, the force of it making him hit his head against the mast of the boat, getting knocked out as a result.

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When Snufkin woke up, one thing he didn't expect was to be lying on damp sand, another thing he didn't expect was for his entire body to ache and to feel some kind of liquid that definitely wasn't water to be on parts of his body, he used his hand to wipe his face, which seemed to have a lot of the liquid on it. When he pulled his hand away, he was met with red. He finally realised he was bleeding and injured, making him stagger to his feet so he could go search for help. Snufkin swayed a bit when he first stood, but managed to gain his balance and he started walking. He soon noticed that he had somehow managed to lose one of his boots, which he found out through his foot being burnt by the scorching hot sand.

"Great, now it's gonna hurt to walk." He muttered to himself as he trudged through the sand, trying to ignore the pain in his foot.

 

He soon came across a nice big area of grass, it almost looked like a field to him, though it had been years since he had actually seen a field, so he wasn't sure. What Snufkin was sure about though was that there was a nice blue house with a tidy back garden. He wandered up to the house, hoping that whoever lived there would at least give him bandages so he can attempt to stop his wounds from bleeding or becoming infected, though he expected they already were because of where he woke up. He shakily walked up the steps to the front door and knocked briskly and then stood there, waiting for an answer.