gpt
Narration:  Glub glub, glub glub—the scenery went shooting past them at incredible speed. Well, that wasn’t entirely accurate. Really, there was nothing striking enough to be called “scenery” anywhere nearby, and it wasn’t what was around them that was moving, but they themselves. Just a one-armed, middle-aged man named Al being dragged through the water of the lake at a fantastic rate.
human
Al:  "Blrgh? !" he exclaimed as the swim came to an abrupt halt. Unable to completely kill his momentum, Al came flying out of the water and rolled across a hard surface. He came to a halt lying on his back on the cold ground, where he greedily filled his lungs with as much oxygen as he could get.
gpt
Al:  "Hoo…hoo… I thought I was a goner!" Al panted, reflecting that he had been scared to death as well as almost just plain dead. One reason for that was, of course, that he couldn’t breathe underwater—but the second was that he’d found himself locking eyes with more than one demon beast swimming through the lake. It was literally a different world down there, and it belonged to those guys, who called the water home. The very fact that Al had survived to be washed up on the tiny rock where Arakiya had found him was itself only thanks to a small series of miracles. It’s ridiculous, thinkin’ how many times I should’ve been torn to pieces by those creatures.
human
Narration:  There was a splash as Arakiya followed him out of the water.
gpt
Arakiya:  "We’ve arrived."
human
Al:  "Thanks, I can see that. And here…put this on." He scowled at the still-naked (and still-not-embarrassed) young woman and tossed her his own ratty shirt. It was soaked with water, covered in blood, and boasted plenty of holes, but it would sure beat walking around with a naked girl.
gpt
Narration:  Arakiya, in deference to Al’s feelings, tore the shirt in two, wrapping one piece around her chest and the other around her waist, thereby eliminating the most problematic things about her lack of dress.