4. The Deep Dive

They triedto tell me deep-sea diving was dangerous. My equipment could fail and then the pressure would kill me. I might make a mistake down there, stay submerged for too long and not be able to make it back up again.

All of this is my parents, of course. I've always been an explorer, a risk-taker, a daredevil, and it drives them nuts. As much as I tell them that I've practiced, that I know what I'm doing, they still won't believe me. Which, I have to admit, I understand. As a child I broke plenty of bones diving from high branches and leaping into shallow lakes. It was a lot of money and many ER visits.

It's not that I think I'm indestructible. It's just that I want to explore everything, do everything, see everything, and experience everything the world has to offer me. That is the point of being alive after all, isn't it? I've been to the top of mountains and looked down upon the world, flown through the sky on parachutes and hang gliders, visited some of the most remote places on earth on snowmobiles and camels. There's always something new to discover on this planet, and I want to witness it with my own eyes.

The sea was a vast unknown to me, so naturally, I had to explore it. I started small, with snorkeling in Hawaii, then scuba diving in the Gulf. I practiced and practiced, working seasonal jobs in-between to save up for the big expedition.

It's a wondrous place, the ocean, and also delightfully terrifying. We are helpless beneath the waves, at the mercy of sharks and jellyfish and whatever other predatory unknowns. It's exciting to imagine what kinds of marvels I might see at the bottom.

I hired out on a fishing boat over the summer to get a feel for life on the ocean. I made friends with some local tour guides, and with one of them even climbed into bed. That's one of the other perks of traveling: There are many interesting people to meet and all sorts of bodies to explore. I once went with a pair of best friends to the Himalayas, and a few days into our trip we got curious about each other. I've participated in dozens of interesting sexual situations before, but it was my first time taking two cocks at once. They filled me up in a way I've never been filled before, and by the end of the trip, there was come practically leaking out of my pores. Yet another wondrous new experience to add to my collection.

Eventually, the tour guides suggested taking me out with them on a dive, free of charge. The boat will carry us far from the coast to a nearby reef, and then we'll swim to the bottom there. Everyone dives together, but we're free to explore a little on our own as long as we keep an eye on our oxygen.

We get suited up, me and the tourists and one of the guides, and prepare. I put on a suit, a helmet, and an oxygen tank, and ready myself for the immense pressure we'll face as we go deeper. Then we're off the side of the ship and steadily sinking to the bottom.

The reef comes into view, and its beauty is unparalleled. Thousands of fish swarm the strange, colorful plants that grow there, fleeing as we land. I investigate all the different types of coral, and even spot a bright orange octopus hiding under a rock. He's so cute that I just want to hug him, but I leave him be so I don't frighten him.

Unfortunately the other tourists are disturbing the wildlife, so I make a point of finding a different area of the reef to explore on my own. The sea floor slopes down here, descending into darkness. The light on my helmet only reaches a few dozen feet in front of me—I could encounter anything here and probably not see it until it was on top of me. My nerves are alight at the idea of being surprised, of witnessing something unique and unusual and perhaps even dangerous.

"Don't go too far, Emma," one of my tour guide friends had said. We were still tethered to the boat, of course, but we had a lot of leeway. "You never know what you might find down there."

Still, I'm drawn deeper and deeper, curious where this sea shelf goes.

Suddenly, a shadow passes through the light cast by my lamp. It's larger than a fish, and while one part of me hopes it isn't a shark, another part of me hopes it is.

But the shadow is gone as quickly as it appeared. Perhaps I've scared it off, whatever it was, and I feel a stab of disappointment. I wonder what sort of creature it was.

The line is starting to lose slack, so I suppose I should turn around. My oxygen levels are fine, but it will take me some time to work my way back to the rest of the group, so I turn around and start back up the slope toward the reef.

That's when I feel a tug. Curious, I glance up at my tether, and find it has been pulled far to one side. I swing my light around, looking for whatever has grabbed hold of it. Perhaps it got caught on a coral, or some large bundle of algae floating around.

There's another tug, even stronger. Once more that shadow passes in front of my light, and this time, I get a better glimpse of it. It's big, whatever it is—about the size of a human, and it has a huge, thick tail. Perhaps a shark has glommed onto my line and decided to try and take it.

I yank on the tether as I head up the slope, trying to free it. But the pressure only grows. Whatever has grabbed hold of me is much stronger than I am.

The shape comes into view again, and this time, it isn't moving so quickly. I make out a large body with what looks like a head and two arms. The rest is a tail, almost as long as I am, with two great fins on the end. Whatever it is, it's carrying my line and trying to drag me down the shelf into the dark oblivion.

Fuck. I'm so done for.

I pull on the cable, fighting the pressure. The creature comes closer, edging into the bright view of my headlamp. It is most certainly no fish, and not a shark or a squid, either. It's flailing, massive tail is whipping around and dragging me along with it.

Wait. It doesn't have a hold of me. It's tangled in my tether, and it's trying to get out.

"Stop!" I call out, but my voice is muffled by my helmet and by the water. I push off the sea floor and start swimming towards it, and scales flash as my light hits them. The closer I get, the clearer the creature becomes. It has a humanoid head and shoulders, but the lower body is trapped in my line. When I'm nearly close enough to touch it, the whole creature finally comes clearly into view.

It's no animal. Panicked eyes with nearly white irises stare back at me, and long arms with strong hands are trying to unwind my tether from the place on its body where it should have legs. Instead, the powerful chest and strong abdomen widen into a thick, long tail, with two fins along the hips. The scaled tail is bigger than the man's upper body, and looks to be seven or eight feet long. Whatever this creature-person is, he can't get a grip enough to unwind the tether, and the rapid flapping of his tail is only tying us tighter and tighter together.

Then, suddenly, the cord to the ship breaks.

Fuck. Now we're floating loose, and only this monster and I are connected. I pull on the line to drag myself closer. The only way I'll survive this is if I can free myself and then swim back to the surface, and hope the boat finds me. That involves getting the cable off of this thrashing, bizarre body.

When I'm near enough to touch the him, massive hands reach out to push me away. They have five fingers, with webbing in between.

"Please!" I hope I'm close enough that he can hear me through the helmet. "Let me help!"

The hands gripping me soften, and I look up to find a surprisingly human face staring down at me.

Oh, wow. He's beautiful and otherworldly, with white-blue eyes and long, white lashes. He even has white eyebrows. Most of his hair is pulled back into a braid, and if we weren't underwater, I would think he's some sort of alien. There are fins where I would expect ears to be, and gills pulse along his throat.

It's a fucking mermaid. Mer-man, I suppose. As if the details matter right now while I'm being tossed around by my tether like a cat toy. I reach for where it's wrapped around his huge, finned lower body, and try to get my fingers under the thick cord.

The creature very suddenly falls still. There's a heavy object underneath his flesh—no, two of them: Two big lumps just above where the tether is tightening around him, cutting into his scales.

Maybe he can't understand me, I think. I need to convince him that I can help him. I try to be gentle as I loosen the line, but he starts to thrash again. My hands rub the lumps over and over as I hold on, searching out the loose end so I can hopefully pull it free. Finally I find it. I grab the torn cable and start to unwind it from his body, and it seems he finally understands what I'm trying to do. He relaxes just long enough for me to unspool one layer of the tether, but he flailed so much that it's now wound around at least three times. When I reach the second loop, though, his hands abruptly grab onto my wrists, stopping their movement. He's staring down at me, those intense pale eyes drawn down into an intense glare.

"I'm just trying to help," I say, hoping he can hear me and understand me. That's when I see that those two lumps underneath his scales are turning into something else. The scales are parting, revealing two slits, and something is starting to emerge from them.

Suddenly the creature seizes me in his arms, pressing me hard and tight against his body. I let out a scream that's swallowed up by the helmet. His massive tail moves in the water, beating it once, and then twice, which propels us forward like I'm tied to a rocket.

"Let me go!" I cry out, but the creature ignores me, keeping me locked tight against his chest no matter how hard I fight. He's sculpted, I'll give him that. His dense, carved pecs are all I can see as I'm dragged along.

After a few panicked minutes of fighting, I realize that there's no way I'm going to escape his powerful arms without breaking my connection to my oxygen tank. Where is he taking me? Unfortunately, I have no choice but to wait and find out.

Everything around me turns dark as we dip into what looks like a huge cavern. I wonder how far we are from the boat now, because I didn't see any caves during my trek along the sea floor. Soon I'm blind as the last of the light from above the ocean's surface vanishes, and all I can see is the pale flesh of the merman's chest under my bright headlamp.

This is the first time that I wonder if I'll die. Eventually my oxygen will run out, and I'll be far, far below the surface, inside some cave with no way out.

Then, suddenly, there's light again. It isn't sunlight, though. It's vaguely greenish, but I can't get a good look from my vantage point. We've slowed down, I can tell that much, and the merman is starting to loosen his iron hold on me.

I try to push away using all the force in my hands to shove against his toned chest. But the cord is still attached to him, and I can't get very far before he grabs my wrist and yanks me back in. His huge tail thrashes one more time, hard, and then we break through the surface of the water.

What? The surface? Abruptly the merman releases me, and I tumble backwards onto hard stone. Now I can see, and I stop moving completely as I take in our surroundings.

We're inside a cave still, that much is clear. The light is coming from all around us, emanating out from tiny blobs covering the walls and ceiling.

Bio-luminescence. I've seen it before, late at night in Costa Rica. But never have I witnessed it in such great quantities. The tiny blobs are pulsing, letting out a pulsing light with each breath, and right in front of me is the man who kidnapped me.

Merman, I correct myself. He's freakishly pale, the surface of his skin almost translucent. He's only a few feet away, floating in the water that laps against the rock where I'm sitting. Where a man's waist would usually become hips, this creature has dark blue scales that shine under the bioluminescent light, wide fins flaring out from the sides. We're still tied together by the tether, so I can't roll away from him like all my instincts are demanding.

The merman doesn't move as he studies me with those bright, strange eyes. Maybe now I can talk to him and convince him to let me go. I reach for the helmet of my scuba suit and unclasp it, gasping as it finally pulls free of my head. It clatters to the stone.

"Please," I say. "Let me go. I won't do anything. I won't hurt you. Just please—"

He interrupts me. "Passsssh." His full lips wrap around the word I don't recognize. The merman gestures at the cable wrapped around his long tail, then waves a hand at me, urging me forward. Some more words come out, words that are musical and strange and don't resemble any human language that I know, but I think I understand his meaning.

He wants me to untie him. That must be why he brought me here. All right, Emma. You can do this. I crawl forward into the water, reaching again for his waist. He grunts and shifts, moving his hips closer to me so I can access the cable. Uneasily I slide my fingers under it and start to pull. Again I feel those two strange lumps, where a groin would be if he had legs instead of a tail, and I can't help brushing over them as the tether slowly comes loose. And again, two slits appear between his scales, widening and opening like gills. Once I've worked another layer of tether free, there are two thick, rounded objects starting to come out. The merman grunts again, and this time the sound is deeper, more guttural.

Finally, I unwind the last loop and the cable binding us together falls free. I gasp with relief and stumble backwards, now finally released from him. Those two odd protrusions have extended even further, and that's the moment that I realize what they are: Two big, fleshy cocks.

I let out a shocked whimper. I've accidentally aroused him by removing the tether, and this is the result. But they are strangely mesmerizing as they get bigger and thicker, and pink heads emerge from the flesh at the tips. They have an aerodynamic shape to them, and against all logical, mental, or emotional sense, I imagine what one would feel like inside me.

Whoa. I scuttle backwards on the stone, letting out a panicked breath. But the merman is unmoving, his arms crossed over his chest. He says something else in that language I can't understand, and swims closer to the edge of the water, holding the cable in his hands. Is he going to tie me up with them?

He gestures at the cables and says something again, nodding at me. Then his face shifts into a smile, encouraging and friendly, like I'm a child.

I think he's thanking me.

"No big deal," I say, raising my hands up in surrender. "I'm glad we got it worked out. But can you take me back now?"

He tilts his head, sensing I'm asking a question. I point over our heads. "Back to the surface," I say. "I need to go home." With a sigh, he makes a wavy motion with his hand, then points down at my feet and shakes his head. Right, I don't have a big tail like him, that's true, and my flippers won't help guide me through the dark. I'll need his help to get back out of here.

I point at him. "Take me up." I wrap my arms around myself, then make the same wavy gesture. Again I motion towards where the sky would be if we weren't underwater.

The merman rubs his gills, then quirks an eyebrow at me. No, I don't have gills, either. Maybe he thought I was drowning.

His cocks are even larger now, fully engorged with blood. I wonder if perhaps I'm here because he wants to use them. Is that it?

He catches me staring and raises an eyebrow. The smile on his face spreads as he raises a single finger and beckons me towards him.

There's no way. This is absurd. I'm not going to fuck a fish-man I found at the bottom of the sea. My body, though, has completely different ideas. There's a familiar heat gathering right between my legs, and I squeeze them together to try to squash it.

Again, he beckons me, and this time I think a little more seriously about it. He is my way out of here, after all.

Unbidden I remember that night in the Himalayas and an empty place inside me squeezes tight. God, I'm getting all wet inside my scuba suit over a very ripped guy with a mermaid tail.

And two dicks. Don't forget the two dicks, Emma.

It's not like anyone can see me. It's not like anyone would know if I did. Anyway, nobody would believe it if I told them—merpeople don't exist. We all know that.

I can't believe I'm starting to think in concrete terms about this, but I am and it's taking over all my rational thought. Those heavy, swollen cocks, and the perfect, carved body; the handsome face with high cheekbones and a powerful, square jaw.

Fuck. What's stopping me besides me? Well, not to mention the huge tail instead of legs, and don't forget, the two dicks. I have no idea how merpeople have sex. It looks pretty similar, though. Do females have two vaginas? Or are they intended to take two at a—

The merman scatters my thoughts by reaching down with one hand to stroke his left cock. He squeezes it, hard, and a droplet of pre-come emerges at the tip. His eyes are riveted to me, and his eyelids have drooped ever-so-slightly. He knows I'm considering his offer.

Oh, damn. I'm going to do it, aren't I?

I creep towards him, and he nods encouragingly. Then he takes his other cock in hand and strokes it, too. Instantly I imagine how full he could stuff me with them, and I wiggle a little closer. He releases himself and leans forward, extending one arm slowly so he doesn't startle me. He rests his hand on my cheek, and without meaning to I lean into it. He draws the hand down to my neck, where he tugs at the collar of my scuba suit.

He wants me to take it off. He's fully naked already—by default, I suppose—and I should probably do the same.

I climb up to my feet and reach for the zipper on the back of the suit, then tug it down in the least-sexy way I could possibly imagine. I have to wriggle, the thick fabric clinging to my arms and legs as I try to pull it off.

Once I'm fully disrobed, he beckons me again. I'm like a marionette on a string as I walk towards him, stopping just inches away so his face is level with my pelvis. With surprising gentleness he reaches out and runs that same smooth, pale hand from my belly down to my curls. He has a curious look on his face as he slides his hand between my legs, and my thighs part just enough that he can get through.

His mouth forms an O-shape as he reaches my center, which is already dewy with my arousal. He searches through my folds with one finger, skating over my clit, which makes me twitch and gasp. With a tilt of his head he does it again, and again I shiver. His fascination grows as he explores lower, and his finger finds my wet slit. Without much preamble he slips it inside me and my pussy happily welcomes him in. Oh, that's good.

Suddenly he withdraws his hand, and I let out a whimper. The merman drifts backwards in the water, then gestures for me to follow. Uncertain, I approach the edge of the stone shelf and drop my legs in. I'm rewarded with a nod of approval. Once more he swims closer, and reaches under my butt to tug me all the way forward. I don't fight his rough handling or even mind it. I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy the sort of lover he seems to be.

Taking each of my knees in a hand, he pulls my thighs apart, and I let him. With our heads and torsos at a much more even level now, I realize that he's big, bigger than a human at least. Again his hand finds that moist place between my legs. He repeats the motion over my clit, and I gasp. He seems pleased with this reaction and continues it, increasing his speed little by little, until I'm moaning under his fingers. I realize that his other hand is busy, too, stroking one of his cocks while he plays with me. There's a sly look on his face as the pitch of my voice climbs. I'm getting a hand job from a merman, and it's amazing. He's pinpointing every motion that makes me tremble and repeating it until I'm moaning and shivering and inches away from my orgasm. His wide smile has faded into something more determined and predatory. He's stroking himself faster and harder now, eyes pinned on mine as he takes me right over the edge, into oblivion.

My cry catches in my throat and I'm silent as it takes me. I fall back onto the stone floor, shaking with the force of my climax.

A shadow appears over me. My merman has slid up the stone, and now supports himself above me with one arm. His finned tail slaps the water, pushing him closer. He's stroking his other cock now, and they're both dripping.

My pussy clenches just watching him. Those strange, ice-blue eyes are studying mine, and he hovers, waiting for me to give the word.

I'm about to get fucked in a freaky stone cavern by a merman. Of all the experiences possible on planet Earth, I'm about to partake in the most unlikely and incredible one.

I reach down to the gap between my thighs and and pull apart my lower lips, then gently lift my hips towards his. A sinful look comes over him, and he guides one of his huge, gently-sloped cocks right to my waiting entrance.

He's slick with his own juices and mine, and perfectly shaped for simply slipping inside. That smooth fuselage gently widens me as the head slides deeper, and I jerk at the abrupt rush of pleasure it sends through me. My back arches up and I cry out, my voice filling the small cavern.

Oh, merman cock is good. Very good.

He doesn't ram in hard like I expected, but takes his time thrusting in deeper, and then letting me adjust, and then going deeper still. It feels like there's no limit to him. His other cock drags against my thigh with every stroke. He takes my hand and guides it downward to the space between us, and wraps my fingers around the other soft head.

This is insane. I'm giving him a hand job while also taking him as thoroughly as my body will allow, and it's probably the best feeling in the world. Soon I'm eagerly swallowing him up, moaning and throwing my head back as he starts to speed up inside me, my hand gripping his other pliable cock and pumping it in tempo with his thrusts.

Then, suddenly, he stops. He slides me down into the water a little deeper, so my ass is floating with his surprisingly squishy, soft cock buried deep. I love the texture of him, how it conforms perfectly to my body, filling every inch. He reaches down beneath me, exploring me. He seems concerned when he doesn't find what he's looking for.

"I don't have a second vagina," I try to explain to him. He tilts his head, perplexed. His hand ventures further, and when he comes across the puckered hole between my cheeks, he grins at me. "That's not what you think it is," I say, but he's already testing the edges of me, trying to fit a finger inside me.

Oh, god. He wiggles just the pad, squeezing it in a tiny bit at a time, teasing me open. Once the pad is inside, he's suddenly buried in my ass up to the knuckle. His finger in combination with his amazing fish cock feels like gold and sparkles and magic. He starts to thrust with both at the same time and immediately I'm lost, writhing and moaning and bucking my hips to meet his. Looking into his eyes is wildly erotic because they never stray from mine, intense and emotional and deeply intelligent. I easily rise up to meet my next orgasm, and I can feel his fleshy cock squeezing in and out of me as my channel seizes up around him. For a moment he breaks eye contact, because his eyes are rolling back into his head in pleasure. I'm boneless, nearly deflated, and slowly he removes his finger. He continues that slow, flawless motion with his cock inside me, waiting for me to recover.

Again he tugs me deeper into the water, and strangely, starts to turn me to one side. I don't understand what's happening at first—my mind is too foggy with bliss to really object to being manhandled—until I feel a familiar soft, coned head prodding at my ass.

Oh. He wants to use it. And he wants to use it there.

I'm not prepared the way I was in the Himalayas. The three of us worked at it for a few days, the two of them taking turns in my pussy until I was ready to have them at the same time. When my tight little hole struggles to widen for him, my merman stops and looks at me with concern. He's confused as to why this one isn't behaving like the other one.

But I'm not going to pass up the opportunity to get double-dicked-down by an otherworldly merman I found on a deep sea diving trip. He guides his second cock back to my pussy, where he's already fit one, and starts to try to fit the second one inside.

Oh, that's not going to work.

I stop him with one hand, then completely twist sideways so my full array of tools are exposed to him. Thank god we're in the water, where such a position is even possible. I'm still halfway up the rock, and his tail keeps most of our bodies above the surface, the sea simply allowing me to hold my hips wherever I want.

I reach down and spread my cheeks wide, and bring one of his hands down to my puckered hole to encourage him to keep playing with me. Obediently he slides one finger back inside, and I almost come all over him again. He thrusts it, drawing it in a circle to spread and open me. I close my eyes and nearly go flat on the rock, overcome by how god damned good he feels.

And then suddenly, there are two fingers. I gasp and clench, and the cock that's inside me is nearly ejected by the force of it. My merman groans and sinks both his fingers inside me, and I'm almost to the edge of a cliff with no bottom on the other side. He fucks me even harder, his hand pumping me while his cock stuffs me full. I'm almost over the edge, crying out and dragging my fingers across the rock when he, much to my distress, slows down. Withdrawing his fingers, he reaches up to his mouth to spit a gratuitous amount of saliva onto them. He guides it back down to my tight hole, spreading it all over.

There's no way he'd be able to do this underwater, I think. So how do the merpeople usually do it? I wonder if that's what this cave is for, having sex. Is this his personal sex cave? Has he had sex with other humans or merpeople in here?

I can't think about it any longer because now he's nudging the head of his incredible second cock inside my ass. This entrance, though, is much less forgiving. He's patient, testing each depth as he wedges more and more of that huge, spongey, aerodynamic cock through. It starts to put so much pressure on my pussy—his other cock already filling it full—that I'm moaning and whimpering and clutching the stone even though there's nothing to grab onto, because the sensation is so intense I think I might pop.

Slowly, ever-so-slowly, he starts to move again. Now each cock is traveling in tandem, easy and exploratory, and my body is rioting because I haven't ever taken something that big inside me, not to mention two of said big somethings. Every single thrust makes an obscene sound because I'm wet as a faucet and stretched as tight as I can possibly be. Still, those slick cocks slide in and out of me in perfect synchronicity, and soon I'm crying out and moaning and sobbing all at once as my body is stormed by intense, blinding pleasure. I almost can't bear it.

My merman mutters something guttural, and his webbed hands clutch my thighs even tighter. He fucks me harder, faster, and every single muscle in my body is taut as a rubber band. I'm screaming now because it's the only thing I can do as those incredible cocks squelch and squeeze and squish inside me. A tsunami starts to bear down on me and I worry that when it finally strikes, I might simply be crushed underneath it and cease to exist. His eyes are closed and his head is thrown back, his perfect abdominals flexing with every thorough, plundering thrust. As I clench tighter and tighter around him, he starts saying something in his own language that sounds almost like a prayer. One of his hands squeezes my ass while the other dips down to where his cock is spreading my pussy as wide as it can possibly go, and he starts to investigate my clit.

Oh. I'm done.

I scream as my climax thunders through me, flattening me, and both my holes clamp down. My merman groans a string of words, slamming into me now, inflating my orgasm larger with each thrust. It consumes me, turns me inside-out, and I'm coming so hard that liquid is bursting out of me with each stroke of his cock. He tenses up and his shoulders curl down as he crouches over me like he's protecting me with his body. Just when I don't think I can take any more, he roars, and he shoves himself fully in. His pale eyes are wide, mouth open as he pumps a half-dozen more times, gushing into both of my holes. It streams out of me, down my thighs, over the fat swell of his cocks where I'm clamped tight around them.

We lie like that, gasping, me on my side on the rock and him holding himself up with his elbows, bracketing my head between them. He brushes his forehead against mine, and I think they must not have kissing in merpeople culture. I turn my shoulders and plant a kiss on his cheek anyway, and he exhales with surprise. Then a smile takes over his face, and he does the same back to me—it's sloppy, but adorable.

Eventually he withdraws himself and lies down next to me. As his two cocks soften, they are swallowed back up into those two slits at his groin, which close and disappear. He slides down into the water, stopping at the crux of my legs to leave a kiss on my swollen, slick pussy as well. He points upward, making the swimming gesture.

He's going to take me back.

My merman waits in the water as I drag myself to my feet, my legs unsteady underneath me, and start putting my scuba suit back on. Then I reattach the helmet and latch it into place, making sure my oxygen is working. Finally I slip on my flippers and awkwardly descend into the water. He's watching in amusement as I swim up to him, and he wraps an arm tightly around me. Then my face is pressed to his chest again and we dive under the water.

He takes me all the way up to the surface, his finlike ears moving from side to side as he searches for something. We swim on for a while until, up ahead, the boat comes into sight.

My merman turns me towards him and once more caresses the side of my face with his hand. Then he plants another sloppy kiss on my cheek and slides down under the waves.

"Hey!" I call out, waving my arms. Someone pops up on deck. "Over here!"

"Emma! You're alive!"

Everyone wants to know how I survived for so long and still had plenty of oxygen left. They had been looking for me for at more than an hour. I just shrug and call it good luck that I found my way back to them after the tether got cut on a sharp coral.

I will take my heavenly fuck with a merman to the grave.