A rounded, triangular dorsal fin poked out from the rippling water Krete was currently swimming in, and within the blink of an eye, it had vanished. But it had disappeared only to reappear about fifteen yards closer. Most would have already become panicked, yet she had nothing to fear as the ocean was kind to her, and she was kind to it in return. This gentle marine mammal was far different than it's aggressive, razor-toothed cousin.

Krete could almost imagine hearing the dolphin's delightful clicks and squeals as her eyes eagerly skimmed the frothing aquamarine. A small current brushed by her feet as if someone or something was frolicking in the depths below her swimming body. Krete looked down into the clear water, her chin and lips submerged, to see nothing but the colorful coral reef twenty feet below.

Before the Kraken's daughter even had a chance to steal a glance at the approaching island a certain grey mass had reappeared, swimming lightheartedly beneath the ocean's surface. Krete sucked in a large breath and dove under the water; this was a chance she'd never get again.

Her hands reached out for the dolphin's dorsal fin and the creature gladly accepted Krete's friendly contact before thrusting forward with a powerful kick. The way the warm water rushed past her in this form felt foreign; she could feel the ocean ripple in and out of her long hair, through her legs, under her arms and in between each and every one of her toes.

Please don't be dead, she whimpered in her head, oh Lord, please don't let him pass on.

Krete's thoughts were frantic and flurrying just like the sea whirring by her ears. Unable to breathe her lungs began to ache and she squeezed her eyelids together a little bit tighter.

Don't you dare die on me.

The porpoise had surfaced before its human companion had realized so, and gently shook her from its back. Krete thrashed in the shallow water but only for a moment, until she found her footing. She bid the helpful, slick-skinned creature a goodbye, though it had already vanished back into the depths of the Caribbean.

Her stomach rose up into her throat as she hastily waded through belly-button deep water. His body looked stiff, and his once ever so slightly peach skin looked chalkier and washed out. Krete sloppily bounded over knee-high waves before stumbling onto the wet sand next to James' body. Maybe, just maybe there was enough life left in him to be saved.


A/n: Weeee, here's another update! It's a little late, and I've got class early in the morning, so hopefully there's no stinking errors o;

Also, thank you to all of you who have followed the story and/or left reviews, I really appreciate it and they always put a big smile on my face!