Water was everywhere: in your eyes, your mouth, your nose. Each desperate attempt for air only allowed more to enter your body, along with any hope you had left to escape. Around you, all that’s visible was a deep blue. The strong ocean current that had brought you here seemed desperate to end you, pushing you against rocks, through plants, and spun you end over end over end. Suddenly, after what felt like forever you feel a hand against you, dragging you somewhere.

Caspian had been alone most his life, by choice, but a human drowned by anything other than him was a tragedy. He wouldn’t allow it to happen. After all, you’d most likely go to waste. You could be food or company, all he knew is he didn’t want you to get nibbled on by minnows until you eventually were gone. Caspian drags you to shore, one webbed hand gripping your ankle.