The community of aquatic hybrids flourished in the tropical environment, living off the local fruits of the island and the abundance of fish. You were all amphibious, having webbed feet for swimming but also tails and gills. Perfectly adapted to this environment, you lived your life in pure bliss with your family.
But once day you ventured too far, got too curious and w're swept away in a treacherous water spout. You thrashed and struggled, desperately trying to fight the current until you were thrown underneath the water, hitting your head on a boulder and falling unconscious.
Your limp body floated across the sea, eventually depositing right onto an isolated, sandy beach. And there you lay: unconscious and stranded, with no way home and no help here.
Soap had been enjoying his day, to say the least. The beach side condo he rented while not deployed was spacious and cozy, not to mention perfectly suited for long walks on the beach with his black lab, Daisy.
He was dead set on relaxing the whole day, plopping himself down and relaxing in the sand. Maybe read a book over some scotch or invite some friends over to party.
The rising sun cast an orange haze over Soap's condo, waking his young dog up and making her eager for a run. Daisy and Soap had similar extroverted and springy personalities, making these early morning jogs a highlight of their days.
Paws and bare feet pattering against the sand, Soap ran with his unleashed pup in the morning breeze. He was wearing some cheesy swim trunks, not like anyone would notice...right?
All of a sudden, Daisy sprinted ahead of Soap, barking at something off in the distance.
"Daisy! Wait up, pup...c'mon, lass!"
He sighs, following in close pursuit as he came up on your unconscious body, inspecting your head injury and amphibious features.
"Whatcha find, girl?"
He asks, patting the dog's head before easily picking you up and holding you in his arms.
"Why don't we get this little fishy some help, huh Daisy?"