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Chapter 1
Tommy was so sick of this. So sick of betrayal. Sick of waking up underwater. And sick of getting all his things blown up, Even though it was his fault. It was his fault he was in exile.
So now he was standing on a tower, looking down at the waves crashing on the shore below.
That morning, Tommy woke up drowning in waves. This happened every night when the high tide moved in. It reached the spot on the beach he had been sleeping on since Dream had blown up everything.
He swam to the surface not bothering to try and cough the water from his lungs. It was pointless anyways. Everything was Pointless.
That didn't stop him from building a tower. He built it up to build limit, and froze.
What am I doing? I’m not really going to jump, am I? Then again all my friends hate me. No one’s even visited yet, Except maybe Ranboo. But they don't count. But there has to be someone who cares about me.
He thought about everyone on the server. Tubbo had exiled him. Wilbur was dead. Techno and Phil had both blown up his country. Nobody cares. So what’s the point?
He took a step forward and realized. If nobody wants me on the SMP, then I’ll leave. Start a new life, with new friends. With a new Identity, Away from the bad memories.
So he jumped from the tower and aimed for the water instead.
The cool wetness of the water hit him. ( I know, so poetic) He swam up for air. And gasped when it hit him.
Tommy quickly exited the small cold pond ( He was used to colder) and walked back to the now blown up Logstedshire in his sopping wet clothes. Everything he had left was blown up by Dream. The only remains were holes in the ground. He had even lost his compass and pictures when dream had found his hidden chests. He hadn’t been able to get them out in time.
Tommy spent the next day or so gathering materials. Like wool for warmer clothes, and wood for weapons and a boat. It happened pretty quickly because Dream wasn’t visiting anymore. And soon enough he was outfitted in a warm cloak that Niki had taught him to make. And it wasn’t too long after that that he had full iron tools.
Crafting a boat had taken majority of the day. He had to nail down all the boards and make sure it was tight enough not to let water in. The boat was built at the water's edge so he could just push it into the water when he was done. He put the final touches on the boat around sunset.
Sunset was the balance between day and night. Which meant that it would be dark soon. Which meant that Tommy would have to either sleep, fight the mobs, or sail away right now. Tommy doesn’t have a bed since it got blown up by dream. He really doesn’t want to deal with mobs right now. So the only thing he can do is sail away.
So Tommy pushed the boat into the water, and hopped in.
The boat was a moderate size for just him. It fit the few resources he had gathered that day, the oars, and of course him.
He sailed the boat across the ocean half rowing and half letting the tide pull him. He didn’t know where he was going. He just knew he had to leave the SMP.
About twelve days later after crossing the entire ocean, he saw land. It was a tall mountain range capped in snow. He couldn’t help but row faster.
Now getting to this position wasn’t very easy either. He had come across multiple drowned and his boat had started leaking at one point. But he had finally made it!
When his boat finally hit land he almost lept in joy. He stood up on shaky legs and stepped on the gravelly rocky stone of the mountain( I'm so great). HIs shoes were worn, but he could walk. So he started on his journey. The climb up the mountain was hard, and there were no other ways around.He had spent at least a day looking around the land only to find no other way. At the top was surprisingly a large flat field covered in flowers. The field was surrounded by large oak trees.
He ran to the middle of the field and just yelled. “ WOOOO!”
He flopped down on the soft grass and panted, “ I’m free, I'm free. I’M FREE!”
Then the realization hit him. I’m free he thought. Then he said out loud, “ I’m free.” He breathed out.
He only knew he was crying when tears were slipping past his eyelids. The exhaustion hit him hard, And he fell asleep.
Meanwhile back at Logstedshire
“Surely not, Surely not.” Said Tubbo.
“He wouldn’t kill himself.” He felt a tear slip down his cheek as he gazed upon the tall tower that reached into the sky.
His best friend was dead.