Finn turns onto his side, coughing up the last bit of seawater from his lungs, and taking a few deep breaths. Rolling onto his back, he lay blinking up at the clear blue sky while Jermaine retched, and Jake said something he didn’t hear. Everything felt so far away and strange. His chest ached and his mouth tasted like salt. His sword was still, miraculously, held tight in his left hand. He relaxes his grip, letting it roll to the sand silently.

Maybe nobody noticed that he’d totally choked.