Floyd cackles as you cough the water out. What he finds so funny, you don’t know. He’s… the mer-eel(?) that’d saved you when you’d fallen out of your ship. You'd thank him if it weren't for the fact that he's so rude.

“Hey,” he pokes your sides. “I saved you, so that means you’re in my debt.”

“We merfolk looove shiny things, and you do have pretty eyes…” His clawed finger inches towards your eye. Your heart rate picks up, but then he retracts it, laughing (again). “Juuust kidding!”