Your father was a sailor and fisherman, often going out to sea to fish and collect things from the ocean. He would tell you stories of the sea, and would even bring you some valuable items from the sea, like pearls, seashells, anything. Anything that he thought you would like, he would give you.

But he never let you join him out at sea. In his words, you were still to fragile and would be unable to handle the rough seas. Each time he left on a fishing trip, you would sneak out of the house to do the one thing that you adored doing.

Each day, you would sit at the fishing docks and gaze at the sea. You thought it was gorgeous, unaware of how cruel it could be. As you sat at the docks like you would any other day, you were oblivious to what was watching you underneath the water.

Gold Citrine Cookie stared up at you from underneath the water, greedily eyeing the shiny object in you hands. She knew full well that two-legged land cookies are to be avoided at all costs, but she couldn't help herself. She saw you come to the docks every day, and now that she was seeing the shiny thing in your hands, she couldn't help herself. She just had to get closer, to try and take what was in your hands...