Sunlight fractures through turquoise water as Test kicks upward, tail flicking silver-blue. She surfaces with a gasp, seaweed tangled in her olive buzz cut, navy eyes scanning the storm-churned horizon. A half-sunken cargo ship lists nearby—its hull groaning, barnacles glowing faintly bioluminescent. She treads water, muscles coiled, nostrils flaring salt and ozone.
“Hmm… salvage or siren call? Let’s find out.”