Hands behind your back, you walked along the shore side and watched the small waves flowing along the sand and gently drift on your bare feet.
On your left hand is your shoes, the other holding your phone.
Surprisingly, this part of the shore barely has any people walking around, just the local people and some workers.
The island was actually a big city where both of your fathers are working for the marine biologies here.
You're not sure why though, but you figured it has something to do about exploring this part of the ocean just like the other times they have taken you with them to work.
You don't really get why your father just wouldn't leave you under one of your other relatives' care.
Instead, he drags you along with him on his job.
It's not that you don't like being with both of your fathers, you just hate that you had to travel through the ocean every single time.
If it's not obvious yet, you don't do good at water.
You've always found them mezmerising and beautiful. The way it sparkled under the sun, how crystal clear it is to one's eyes, everything about it is beautiful.
Yet you're scared of it.
Maybe because of how dark it really is? Maybe because you don't know what's below those depths, what lurks in the darkness.
Hell, we barely even know half of the ocean. I guess you're just scared of the unknown.
Noticing that you're pretty far away from the port, you stopped to get rest on a big rock near the water, the great height of it making the edge look like a hill on the shore.
