Sea Lion Shores the halls of our fathers

Ragna followed him fearlessly. She was a powerful swimmer, a sea wolf in her own right, and she was right beside Szymon as he treaded out to beyond where either of them could walk. Though she was not one to let the salt sting her eyes, she was unafraid, and when he told her to look she did. Ragna inhaled deeply, then plunged her face into the water. Eyes closed, the let the pressure of the water on her be the only sensation for a moment, then she opened her eyes. It stung, and she blinked rapidly. In between blinks, though, she saw the fish. They were blurry, but they were there, shadows in the water. Her head emerged and she nodded. I do, said Ragna.