The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.
A kingdom built on children, so many, so many, how many times has he seen this? Coming and going, coming and going, so many, so many, already he can sense the pain incoming. That incompetency, better than "God will provide," but still, working hard...but not thinking about how to find food, how to provide for themselves efficiently, how to use their "kingdom" to help others, how to teach, how to learn, how to use their money properly, how to use anything ever, he hates it so much. Coming and going, coming and going, a mess...another mess. Everyone leaving after a while, these ones can freely leave at least. The rest, could not. The ones that leave, so easy to leave, they are the lucky ones. ...That idiot, what was he doing? The one he bonded closest with...only to die by the thunder and the storm. He went back, he went back to see if others would leave. ...Too big, too big, he had to flee. He kept swimming, he kept swimming...washed up on the shore. ...A princess of the sky? How efficient. Already, you would know how to rule. That incompetency, again...he wants to destroy it. So. He will go with the princess willingly. Let him be a knight. Let Jacques Cousteau be a knight. A wonderful name...again...
Hydrus Serpenth