#I'll take you through the crescendo and queue the rest

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Sunny Plott was starting to think she might have been tricked. She made a mental note to avoid any and all pinky- thumb- or finger related promises in the near future as she was dragged through the grotto towards a rather threatening looking cave. ( 🎵 )

Now the young girl was no stranger when it came to underwater explorations- although she usually preferred to actually be able to see where she was going. It also didn't help that her shoulder was being actively dislocated by by far 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 unpleasant boy she had ever met.

And while she considered herself a fairly advanced swimmer for a 10 year old girl, pirate, frog, what have it- there was a certain capacity problem when it came to how much air she could store in her smallish adolescent lungs.

She just hoped the absolute toad pulling her arm out of it's socket would get them where-ever they were meant to be going- and fast.