Sherlock was a fairly good swimmer, but he wasn't nearly as fast as the fishman, who was built for swimming. He had to admit that Freedazz was built for this, there was no extra effort needed, he was moving with little effort from the huge, heavily muscled tail.

He was glad, at least for now, that they were till on the surface, but the water was getting deeper underneath him, and they were getting closer and closer to the edge of the cave. He knew that they were going to have to go underwater soon.

And he was afraid. He could admit that. He was afraid. He always thought that his lot in life was to die in the sea, but he'd hoped that he'd be a little older when it happened.

He'd never even kissed anyone. He didn't count what the fishman had done just a few moments before.