The greed of sneaking deep into the aquamarine only to loot another’s treasure haul, is paid for with asphyxiation in the clutches of a Serpent.
Our blue diver has paid the price by questioning the morality of the infinite depths.
His mask popped off like a Pez dispenser delivering the goods.
The Serpent glares at the yellow diver, who looks on with concern at the fate of his dispatched partner in crime. A powerful speargun will not remedy the situation, and his loot will wait to ever see the surface.
Popped off masks and a full bag of loot will soon reach the sandy bottom.
Panic bubbles rise as evidence.
