[ti]open[/ti]Maybe the real treasure was...?

<'Toto!'>

"Cool, right? Bet there's some nice stuff down there."

<'Toto, toto-to!'>

"Yeah, I know, it could be dangerous, but that's why we have the rope. Don't worry, little dude, we'll be just fine!"

In the manner of a dog owner having a long conversation with their beloved pet despite the fact that the latter can only respond with a wagging tail and barks in a variety of pitches, The Captain talks to his Totodile. Together, they stand on the ruins of a half-sunken building; right at the very edge, far past the shore itself. So, what looks so cool and can be so dangerous? A sunken ship, of course! Positively pirate-esque, with a rotten mainmast that just barely sticks out of the water, and a barnacle-filled deck that looks almost perfectly cut in half from port to starboard.

Sunken ships have always been a bittersweet sight to The Captain. On one hand, there's the mourning of a once perfectly seaworthy vessel, knowing well just how painful it is to lose a beloved ship and that often those loses are the result of a tragedy. On the other hand, though, there's the thrill of a question: what sort of treasures lie abandoned and forgotten in a shipwreck like this?

He smirks at the thought, and clad only in swim trunks of seashell pattern, The Captain gets to work with securing the rope he had brought all the way here. Naturally, he's way too preoccupied with this to notice what his usual partner in crime was actually trying to point his attention towards: there's other people nearby.

OPEN!