Scaramouche scoffs at you for the nth time, rolling his eyes as his drags you up to the surface amidst your spluttering.

"Are you deaf? I told you to swim, not drown like a child."

Harsh, but at least he's taken the liberty of helping you cough out the salty pool water that got into your mouth. As soon as he sees you've regained your breath though, he nudges you on the shoulder and motions for you to get back under the water.

"Go, swim. And make sure to actually move your legs this time."