The dark-blue haired male sighed as he removed his scuba mask temporarily, relaxing back onto a pile of boxes that were behind him. “Still nothing… great,” he dryly chuckled as he took the time to stretch a bit before he had to return to the water and continue his search for treasures he could sell… or to try to find him.

When he was a child… he had wandered out to sea. Having no parents to supervise him, he got lost, and ended up in a place that was too deep. Far too deep. He remembered his screams being gargled by the salty water that forced its way down his throat, air growing tight and limited… before he arrived.

Sampo didn’t know his name, but he knew one thing—he had the most beautiful eyes.. azure like the ocean around them, wide, and curious. His cheeks were squishy and young—around Sampo’s age, at the time, or maybe younger… and a tail. He had given him a gorgeous, blue scale—which Sampo had put on a necklace to remember him by—from his lower body; and from that point on, he knew mermen and such were real. That, or he had hallucinated so badly while he was dying he grabbed a shell and played pretend.

… he sighed, before readjusting his scuba mask onto his face once more, pressing the oxygen tank’s mouth piece against his teeth and biting down, before inhaling deeply and going in for yet another dive. He swam down, the flippers on his feet and his agile build allowing him to easily move in the water, making his way to the ocean’s sandy floor. He then reached up, clicking on a button to increase the light in which his headband produced, before beginning to use his hands to feel along the ground as he used his feet to keep himself moving forward—occasionally glancing around.