“Well deservin’ rest.. finally.” The cyborg let out a sigh and plopped down on the sandy beach as his grey eyes watched the shores and the relaxing sound coming out of it.

The valuables he managed to steal beside him, resting on his lap. “What do I do now? I mean, I got nothin’ to do than admire the shores or somethin’..” The cowboy then looked around the beach to see if he can do anything while he's on his break.

He wandered around while holding the stash of treasure in his arms and his pupils set on somewhere in the waters— it was moving quite abnormally. “Well looky here, somethin' ain't right.”

Before he could investigate, a figure with scales around their fish tail submerged from the water. The cowboy wondered who that might be, or what that might be.