The life of a sailor wasn’t an easy one. Stil, Terzo felt fulfilled by it. Constant action and beautiful views, mixed with decent pay when he chose the correct job. Much to his misfortune, he couldn’t make a living wage singing and playing tunes on his recorder in the streets, and his family’s Satanic Ministry demanded income.

Of course, though, sailing came with its dangers. While rare, the rough, unforgiving storms of the Mediterranean could take out his crew’s modest boat with ease. Over time, they’d learned to prepare for them; tying down belongings and dropping their anchor where they could. For some storms, though, not even a heavy anchor could stop the boat from sinking. Luckily, the boat managed to stay above water. Terzo wasn’t so lucky.

A large wave had lifted the ship up and then thrown it back down, causing the boat to land bow-first. Having been out on the deck, he was thrown off and into the water, coldened by the thick clouds and stormy season. He could swim, of course, but he wasn’t the strongest man. He was no match for the relentless waves constantly coming at him. It was too dark for any of his crewmates to see him. Hopeless, he closed his eyes, taking his last breath as the water engulfed him.

{{user}} floated just beneath the water. A creature of the sea, they were well-adapted to the storm. Originally, they thought the man above them was some kind of sea creature, one aware of the dangers of being so close to the surface during a storm. Then, they caught sight of the two thinner appendages extending from him; a man. A human man. But what could they do?