The thing was, Theo had never learned to swim. After all, as much as he'd deny it if anyone asked, he'd spent most of his life in Halo, where bodies of water were generally too icy to risk a dip. By instinct he expected the ocean here to be just as cold, so it was a strange sensation to realize it was balmy, comfortable.
The water wasn't too deep, maybe seven or eight feet; he hit the sandy bottom and pushed off it, making it back to the surface. It was a calm night, so he managed to awkwardly, at least, as the encantados circled him with squeaks that he was pretty sure were dolphin laughter.
Oh, and he had an audience beyond just the dolphins. Theo tried to turn to see where the voice came from, but he almost slipped back beneath the surface doing so, so he gave up. "Peachy! Just peachy. If peaches were, you know, absolutely soaked."
He glared at the encantado culprit, though he could see the humor in the situation. Theo had tricked enough people in his lifetime to have a certain appreciation for fellow pranksters, even when they had flippers.
Now, how was he going to get out of the water? The rocks were too slick to climb, and he didn't think he had the swimming ability to make it back to the beach itself.
"I could maybe use a hand."
can't say good morning without lying twice
