She only smiled in response as she watched him go.<br/><br/>Once Dave was on Nistevo's back, the hippocampus snorted and dove beneath the water, heading out to sea.  There were a few seconds of discomfort, as Dave's lungs had to replace all the air with water, but soon enough it felt only a trifle odd to be breathing seawater.<br/><br/>Dave didn't have any idea how fast the average hippocampus was, but it wasn't hard to believe that Nistevo was faster as they rushed beneath the waves.  The underwater environment was little more than a blur of color at any distance...at least, until his mount slowed.  It wasn't hard to see why: up ahead, a wide expanse of the water was tinted a rather disturbing color of red.  Nearby, a small group of sharks busied itself tearing one of their own apart, though they were nowhere near large or numerous enough to be the original source of the blood.