Mindworms again? I don't think anything biological went into this. More like techno-organic. [He says - or thinks - it pretty easily, so this clearly is an occurrence he's dealt with before.] Better than having your brain picked through like a hard drive, though.
[As Donatello 'speaks', he gracefully lines himself up with the water before springing forward into a front flip. He enters the water with nary a splash, the ocean closing over him immediately.
It's dark. The Turtle carefully treads water in place, trying to get his bearings. Though the night sky is star-studded, underwater all that light gets muddied into indistinct grayness, and he can really only make out the edges of the ship and rock outcroppings. They'll probably need to head out a little further to see any of the glowing coral, though small fish flit around occasionally.
Out here the feeling to swim tugs even more at Don, like it's settled into his bones. Whatever his mind wants him to see lies beyond this shallow inlet...]
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[As Donatello 'speaks', he gracefully lines himself up with the water before springing forward into a front flip. He enters the water with nary a splash, the ocean closing over him immediately.
It's dark. The Turtle carefully treads water in place, trying to get his bearings. Though the night sky is star-studded, underwater all that light gets muddied into indistinct grayness, and he can really only make out the edges of the ship and rock outcroppings. They'll probably need to head out a little further to see any of the glowing coral, though small fish flit around occasionally.
Out here the feeling to swim tugs even more at Don, like it's settled into his bones. Whatever his mind wants him to see lies beyond this shallow inlet...]