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unlight ripples across the steadily
approaching white sand a few fathoms below your
feet. The water, crystal clear, fades into an infinite Variants
turquoise void as you descend to the ocean’s bottom. Sign up to my Patreon to get access: patreon.com/afternoonmaps
The weights attached to your ankles drag you down-
wards, the water breathing spell keeping you alive.
You land lightly and begin to make your way across the ocean floor.
You can see, looming in the blue haze ahead, an escarpment of rock
and coral. The giant oversized living corals are brightly coloured
and teaming with life. Fish, sea anemones and spiny urchins the size
of trees occupy every crevice.
You spy the wreck resting amongst the coral forest, its skeleton
protruding from the sand. You bounce slowly forward hoping its
cargo is in better condition. Your contact assured you it would be
there, buried just below the sand. You begin to dig, shovel slowed
by the waters resistance.
A shadow blocks out the sun, you wait for it to pass and when it
doesn’t you look up. Above you, gracefully gliding over the coral
cliffs edge, is a huge inky black shape. Tentacles break up the
silhouette of the creature. Tentacles are almost universally a bad sign
you think just before the creature jets towards you, aforementioned
tentacles flailing.