Arnold liked it under water. Truthfully, it was all he knew: the cool waves, red coral, the squeals of dolphins and other friends. His parents lived in the same area his whole life, so he had lots of memories of childhood fun and meeting people, some now lost, among the shores. Yet when he stuck his head above water for the first time, and saw things he couldn’t even put into words, he knew he wanted more. The only trouble was that he couldn’t breathe.

“I want to go up there,” he told his brother.

“Can’t,” he replied. “We’ll die.”

Arnold knew he had to take the risk, had to try to see something he might be destined for.

His brother brought him back home hours later, lungs collapsed and gills blue.