The clear sea water was pitch black from the night’s raging storm, and he could only briefly see whenever lightning struck.
Then, several little yellow glowing seahorses swam past Ronan. They glittered and glowed near a crimson coral reef, and there Ronan saw Maritza, tangled in thick vines of kelp.
He swam further below and towards the seahorses, who all started squeaking and trying to pull the kelp away from Martiza.
A flash of lightning and a whip of thunder frightened the tiny seahorses away, and Ronan was left once more in the dark.
He stuck his hand out and felt Martiza’s arm, then tugged and yanked and pulled. He was running out of air, and he felt his lungs start to ache.
Finally, he tore Maritza free.