Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150628202441/@comment-24736819-20150810171337

Once beneath the surface, Balin and Joramun struggled against the current. Balin looked at his Uncle, who was violently grabbing the fish and shoving them inside the pouch, and realized that the old man knew which spot was the best to win that challenge.

He hadn't caught a single fish and desperation started to fill his heart. He swam deeper, towards the bottom of the sea in a crazy attempt to find a better spot... He was so distracted, trying to find the fish that he didn't realized that he entered a new current, which started to drag him deeper and deeper, further and further away from the shore.

Joramun looked back to see how his nephew was doing, only to be surprised by his absence. The older Toreau scanned his surroundings as quick as he could and luckily he was a very experienced diver, so he figured it out what happened when he saw the counter-current.

The big man swam with all his might towards the current and upon entering it, he immediately spotted his nephew at the bottom part of the current seemingly passed out. Joramun gave everything he had to reach his nephew before it was too late and once he got close enough, he saw a thin trail of blood coming out of Balin's head.

His air was running short, they had been underwater for too long now and Joramun needed to get back above the surface.

The big breton grabbed Balin and swam. He swam as he never had before. His lungs started to fail and his vision started to blur as he gasped for air and fought the widly strong current.