Snippet #2668637

The crack of bark and trees followed by a loud collision sounded outside the city of Tineburgh as 'The Icarus' came to a crashing halt, nose first and straight into the ground. The rigging had twisted and curled itself around Piper Moore's limbs, leaving her dangling mere feet above the ground in what was probably going to be the first and last ship she had ever piloted.

Her chest contracted, she had felt the pressure of the air change as she'd decided to swan dive directly into a forest, but had never bothered to truly prepare herself for the atmospheric change. She began to writhe and claw at the rough ropes, trying to free herself, before coming to an abrupt stop as she'd realized something crucial she hadn't paid attention to until it was too late.

Taking in heaving breaths, she glanced down. Despite her preoccupation on trying not to die of a respiratory failure, she could see clear as day: Her inhaler was sitting in the grass below, just out of her reach.

She began to let out squeaks, choked cries and screams while doing her best to keep her oxygen levels stable. If she died of asphyxiation with her Inhaler not two feet from her, she knew that if an afterlife existed, her ancestors would never let her hear the end of it.