[Survival instinct can be a hell of a drive on the open ocean, that's for damn sure. Last longer, swim farther, endure. Live. Katsuki's not had to endure too much, still being relatively young, and having only just gotten his own sailboat maybe just three or so years back, but he's smart...he's read and sailed enough to have the naval knowledge and skill to keep himself, and his ship, afloat in dangerous waters. Rocks, reefs, high waves and winds...those are the real dangers of the sea.
Legends do tell of the merfolk - how could they not? The stories span for centuries, being myth and fairytale alike for as long as people have been sailing, but...hah! Who would believe such horseshit like that? A leviathan that can sink ships? Please. A monster shark as big as a galleon? Pffft! Fishpeople are just another old rumor drunken sailors tell to impress the other drunks at the docks. Idiots...
Katsuki is just doing his usual routine, cleaning, sailing, checking a few lobster traps he set out, hauling them up. The catch isn't extraordinary, but it is decent for the year. He's setting the empty traps back into the sea when he narrows his eyes.]
The fuck? [Is that a person? No, no can't be...has to be a seal. It's small, and--oh. Oh no.] Shit!
[He fumbles, nearly slips on the wet deck, and races to grab a small telescope from the cabin and rush back. Yeah, yup...yup, that's a fuckin kid. A literal child, probably half his age, hanging off a rock in the surf and looking ready to pass out. Did she get caught in a riptide? Had to...there's no way someone that tiny could swim out this way.]
Fucking shit--! Piss and tits and argh! [Cursing like the sailor he is, Katsuki is hurriedly removing his shoes, and excess clothing. He can get his boat in close to the rocks, so....yup. Time to take a dip. At least the surf's not that bad around here, and he's always been a good swimmer. With another string of creative curses, and of course anchoring the sailboat so it doesn't drift, he grabs the lifering from the emergency storage and leaps into the depths, swimming quickly toward that little shape on the rocks.]
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Legends do tell of the merfolk - how could they not? The stories span for centuries, being myth and fairytale alike for as long as people have been sailing, but...hah! Who would believe such horseshit like that? A leviathan that can sink ships? Please. A monster shark as big as a galleon? Pffft! Fishpeople are just another old rumor drunken sailors tell to impress the other drunks at the docks. Idiots...
Katsuki is just doing his usual routine, cleaning, sailing, checking a few lobster traps he set out, hauling them up. The catch isn't extraordinary, but it is decent for the year. He's setting the empty traps back into the sea when he narrows his eyes.]
The fuck? [Is that a person? No, no can't be...has to be a seal. It's small, and--oh. Oh no.] Shit!
[He fumbles, nearly slips on the wet deck, and races to grab a small telescope from the cabin and rush back. Yeah, yup...yup, that's a fuckin kid. A literal child, probably half his age, hanging off a rock in the surf and looking ready to pass out. Did she get caught in a riptide? Had to...there's no way someone that tiny could swim out this way.]
Fucking shit--! Piss and tits and argh! [Cursing like the sailor he is, Katsuki is hurriedly removing his shoes, and excess clothing. He can get his boat in close to the rocks, so....yup. Time to take a dip. At least the surf's not that bad around here, and he's always been a good swimmer. With another string of creative curses, and of course anchoring the sailboat so it doesn't drift, he grabs the lifering from the emergency storage and leaps into the depths, swimming quickly toward that little shape on the rocks.]