[ calling this experience surreal doesn't quite cut it – not when the last time ace actually set foot in a body of water larger than a puddle was almost a whole decade ago. that’s not to say the handicap is gone entirely; the alien ocean still saps away at him through the material of the suit, but the toll it exerts is far less concentrated in intensity, draining him slowly like sand bottlenecked in the narrowest part of an hourglass.

well, fine by him. surely it can’t be that hard, catching a fish or two.

it doesn't take long to observe any instances of exploitable behaviour of URSULA's marks in the shallows near the base, and the pirate glances at his companion, turns a sliver of metal over in one hand so it catches the sunlight streaming down from above. the fish seem to like shiny things, so – ] Ready to do this?