[Closed to disassembling MERTRASH

[windowbuster]

He wasn't supposed to be out so soon during the aftermath of a storm, especially one that was as big as a hurricane. Especially not one of this magnitude. But his body, after the series of treatments containing nasty tasting potions as concocted by Erskine had worked, was strong and new to him, and he loved doing all the things that his weak and sick body couldn't do before.

One of those things were riding the still-strong waves in search of interesting human artifacts to bring back to the clan. There was always more floating around after a storm, especially the bigger pieces, from shipwrecks and things that humans have left carelessly unsecured on their ships when a storm hit. Now he's actually strong enough to bring the bigger pieces home and could go further than he could before. Some of the more interesting pieces he will keep for himself but other would be given to friends or traded for other things.

In the far distance under the sunshine that was starting to peak out from the clearing storm clouds, he spotted the glint of metal and started to swim towards it, eager to find out what his first find of the day would be.

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[disassembling]

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.