"Stop." The words escaped my mouth before I even knew I had wanted to say it.

"Michiru?" Oceana looked at me, puzzled.

"Bring her back."

The seas threw her onto the shore, and she lay motionless for a moment before choking and coughing up the seawater, gasping for the air that we'd taken.

Marina giggled, her smile like the sun crossing the water. "Michiru wants a pet! Finally, though I do have to question your choices. You've never taken a pet!"