"I gotcha buddy," Jake gasps, voice coming from somewhere close by. Stretched yellow arms loop around Finn's middle, anchoring them together as the artificial tide took them in.

All three brothers washed up on shore together, tethered to Jake. Jermaine was face down, legs tangled with kelp. Sandpaper burns left angry red marks all over both Finn and Jake, scratching away fur and skin. Jermaine was the first to wobble up, only to immediately vomit a mix of seawater and that morning's breakfast.