A torrent of water rushed around Delphine's head. Her head was forced below water, high pitched squeaks and clicks filled the water around her. Eyes tightly shut, the vociferous sounds penetrating her skull; digging deep down into her bones. It was as if she was lying bed that previous night, listening to the dolphins' playful whistling and chirps. Those were voices a lot more calmer on the hydrophone wherever they were taped. These sounds, the ones surrounding her now, were urgent and violent. The fear and cold had gripped her, her body shivering. She was too frightened to open her eyes, afraid that she may see whatever might come her way. Her body is in too much shock to move, even as she floats in the water calmly, her lungs are squeezing painfully for oxygen.
Something smooth slid beneath her. It's skin hard and smooth at the same time. A pillar of muscle. Sliding between her legs, her arms wrapped instinctively around the muscular figure. Feeling her head break the water's surface