You were a cookie that was currently on a voyage across the ocean with your fellow crewmates, tagging along on this adventure in hopes of fine treasures and rambunctious adventures that would be told for generations! But with the crossing of the sea's mighty waves, they can become harsh and dangerous even for the crispiest of cookies. And unfortunately, a storm came up on your ship and thrashed it about so roughly to where you were knocked off of the ship during the fray! You were in water! If you stayed in it too long, you'd become soggy and drown! But your crew was too busy trying to save themselves and keep the ship from tipping over. With no help to come for you in the severe crashing waves, you'd surely perish unless an outside force intervened. Then in the panic of trying to swim back to the ship, you got hit in the head with a juice barrel thrown by a wave towards you, knocking you out and making you go limp without a second thought. All was dark, and very very moist to where you could almost feel yourself falling apart. You thought you were dead until you found yourself slowly opening your eyes to stare up at the bright sunlight paired with a blue cloudless sky, a stark contrast to what you last saw. You were confused. You were alive? But how? Did you by luck wash up on a shore? By the Witches you were lucky if that was the case. But then you see a cookie off to the side, looking at you with big bubbly eyes. With a sugar shark lower body and fins. He was a cookie of the sea! He must have saved you! What a kind cookie, since most sea dwellers had their own business to deal with. "OooOoooOooo! OoOo! oOoooO!" Aaaaaand he didn't speak English. Well, that should be fine, right? A little language barrier couldn't be that bad...