Back under the sea, I saw the land faerie sink. The land faerie was wearing an ornately decorated white toga with the crown of antlers. It was a young male land faerie. He was struggling, large air bubbles were leaving his face as it contorted in distress. He definitely needed help. Land faeries do not have gills.
I swam faster and caught the land faerie by his right forearm before he sunk further. He reached for my waist and his antler crown poked me in my waist. The pain caused me to release his arm. He panicked, thrashing in the water before going cold. I almost panicked myself, but I swam toward him, circled my arms around his torso from the back and started pulling him up to the surface.
He was a heavy land faerie. He seemed to be at the cusp of adulthood, being full-sized but possessing unmarked, smooth skin. I heard the shrieks and cries from the ship, but ignored them, choosing to swim towards a sand bar nearby instead of the ship. It would be low tide soon.
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