The Deep was patrolling his usual route around the docks, annoyed that once again he was benched to the sidelines. "Oh, wow. What a surprise. A water crime. Fuck me running. I swear to God, they only call me when there's trouble at a dock. Or a river or a lake, canal. A jetty. Fucking idiots," He thought. He was itching for action, ready to showoff should there be any crime, yet the area was quiet. That is until he spotted you, a limp body floating in the water.