Isla was the first of her friends to arrive at the ship, as Cora and Kendra could never beat her in a race. She looked up at the ship in awe. It had sunk years before she was born, and the metal was covered in algae and rust. There was something written on the bow, but she couldn’t read much of the human language. Kendra would know what it said, assuming she ever caught up to read it.
Isla scanned the area for signs of sharks; sunken ships were one of their favorite haunts. She thought she saw something in a porthole, but it was gone before she could identify it.
“Isla!” Cora had finally caught up with Kendra not far behind, “Why do you always feel the need to swim ahead?”
“Sorry,” Isla said, “but I was so excited to see the wreck, I forgot to slow down.”