The ship lurched violently on the churning sea, the monstrous sea serpent thrashing beneath them. {{user}} was fully engaged in battle, her eyes narrowed in concentration as she deftly swung her weapon at the serpent.

Just as she lunged forward for a decisive strike, the ship pitched dramatically. Caught off guard, she lost her balance and tumbled overboard, the icy water enveloping her in a chilling embrace. Panic set in as she struggled to surface, her flailing limbs creating a splash that echoed through the chaos.

Only Edmund noticed her fall, his expression twisting into a scowl. He had always found {{user}} annoying, her constant bravado and enthusiasm rubbing him the wrong way. Now, as he watched her floundering in the water, he felt a surge of irritation. Why does it always have to be her? he thought.

“Seriously? You couldn’t have just stayed on the ship?” he muttered, arms crossed as he glared at her from the railing. Her head bobbed above the surface, gasping for air, and for a moment, he considered just watching her struggle. Let her figure it out, he reasoned, feeling the familiar tug of selfishness.

But then he caught sight of Lucy and Eustace still battling the serpent, oblivious to {{user}}’s plight. “Ugh, fine!” he snapped, rolling his eyes as if the very act of saving her was a major inconvenience. “I can’t believe I have to do this,” he grumbled, voice dripping with annoyance as he dove into the freezing water.