Hurricanes were the best times to move about in the waters, able to move in and out of territory without people or devices monitoring his movements. He had been sent for an item lost for years but recently found for his masters, and the storm had been the perfect opportunity to retrieve the device in its sealed case. Only the size of a small briefcase, he had brought it back with the full brunt of the hurricane overhead, pulling at the sea.

He had taken refuge in an old rotting fisherman's vessel long downed to wait out the violent sea. It would be easy to walk around with the case with so many people gathering lost items after all, but the storm had other ideas as debris struck and damaged the refuge he had taken, collapsing the structure. Normally old wood wouldn't be a problem, but a metal beam had fallen on him as he dozed, pinning him to the seafloor across his shoulders.

Unable to claw his way out or thrash backwards, he lay trapped as the storm was in its last throes, his metal arm glinting at the bottom. He hissed and thrashed, his dark tail flicking back and forth in a renewed attempt to break free. It would be dangerous for predators to find him like this. It would be dangerous for anyone but his own kind or his masters to find him like this.