Alan leaned over the edge, looking down at the water. "Did he just... commit suicide?"
"I don't think so." Julia commented, her voice muffled by a mouthful of ice cream as she pointed a sticky finger towards the water. "Look, he's walking."
"Huh?" Alan squinted his eyes, beneath the surface of the bay, he noticed the vague outline of a dark, shadowy man walking along the sandy floor of the harbour.
What made it even more bizarre was the fact the man was moving casually, like it was a normal occurrence that he was able to traverse the water without drowning.
"He's walking on the ocean floor." Lucian observed, his voice tinged with a rare spark of interest. "He doesn't even seem to be holding his breath."
"Is everyone in this city a freak?" Alan muttered, standing up.
"Maybe he just really hates boats?" Julia suggested, finally swallowing her ice cream. "I mean, have you seen the prices for a cabin? I'd walk too if I could."
"Julia... you haven't seen the prices for anything."
