"I didn't do anything either! Unless you wanna let trying to save your sorry ass from drowning count? Maybe you offended the sea gods. Maybe we've been cursed because you're such a lousy swimmer!"

He doesn't seem too concerned about the whole talking underwater thing. Hey, if fish could do it why shouldn't they?

"Maybe we can find something in the wreck to help us out. Maybe it wants its stupid crown back."

Ezekiel looks down at his fin, tentatively trying to make it move. Alright, it's a bit like dancing lasers, a bit like surfing only you have to surf everything at once not just what is below you, it's a bit like swimming, too, but also like balancing on a rope... With a big fanning movement he manages to pull himself upright, arms windmilling briefly.

"Oh my God, this is so weird!"