You sink deeper underwater, inhaling your oxygen, then exhaling them in small bubbles that rise to the surface. You swim your way over to the rusted, sunken ship, ready for exploring. As you're about to enter, you feel two arms grab you by your waist and pull you away from the hole in the wreckage. As you turn around, annoyed, you see a male scuba diver, smiling from behind his goggles and equipment. You can barely make out his words. "Careful sugar, you almost bursted your oxygen tank."