<span style="font-style: italic">This is like a scene from a bad movie!</span>Shimasu thought to himself as he fought to keep himself above the water's surface. Which was difficult, since he didn't actually know how to swim. He had taken lessons as a kid, yes, and he knew the mechanics of swimming, but because of an incident during his childhood, he had grown up too afraid to even try.<br/><br/>He knew from the moment his mother had suggested spending a day together on her boat, to celebrate his being accepted into college, that it was a bad idea, but eventually he had agreed to it, mostly just to shut her up. What's the worst that could happen? He thought at the time.<br/><br/>Waking up from a nap that afternoon, to find himself alone on a sinking ship definitely hadn't been on his list of possibilities. And now, he was on the bottom of the sea somewhere, hanging on to a light fixture to stay afloat, in a small air pocket near the ceiling, waiting to run out of oxygen and die!<br/><br/>Logically, he knew that he couldn't be that far down, since the boat went down near the coastline, but he was just as terrified of trying to swim to the surface as he was of asphyxiating. But he could feel the air getting thinner, and was starting to get lightheaded, so he knew that he didn't have much time. So he mentally took note of the boat's layout, mustered all of his courage, took the biggest breath he could, and dove into the water, trying to make it to the nearest way out.