one of those melodramatic fools

He does not like water. Tide has had a few too many run ins with the sea, and those who live within it. The pup has developed a fear, and not just a fear but... yeah. More than that. Phobia was probably the wrong word but just... he doesn't like it okay.

With an unceremonious shove, Davey sends him splashing into the icy waters of the Fjord. "You're a real cunt for that," stumbling forward, stepping off a hidden ledge, and splash. As Tide paddles for his life, at least sort of floating, he catches sight of a fin and a pale belly. Eyes going wide, fighting to keep his head above water, the boy shrieks. "There's a fucking shark down there!" Fear in his wide eyes as the beast closes in, Tide is nowhere near quick enough to paddle to shore.

They're going to have to fight their way out of this one. Turning and snapping at the beast as he tries to return to where he can reach the rocky bottom of the Fjord's waters, Tide is already starting to panic.

"Tide"