"I don't think you do," Cris said with another laugh, shaking his head as he took a hair of a lead to guide her off in a slightly different direction. "This way, Angelfish." And off they went.
As they swam along the distance seemed so much less and a great pirate's ship appeared. Some of the sails were still in tact yet float in the water like dark, dingy ghosts. Sealife swam around it, plantlife grew upon it, and half of the stern was in the sand.