The boy in the water could swim easily. All Centaurians can. Still watching him was pathetic as he struggled to keep up with a powerboat. “Help me! Help me!” he screamed. Blue Tentacles reached out. The other boy grabbed his tentacles and clung on so forcefully it was frightening. Blue tried to get hold of the railings and stop himself being pulled into the sea as well. The other boy was holding onto him so tightly he couldn’t have let go in any case. “Please help my young friend” Brown Tentacles pleaded, “Alas, Alas, my old tentacles. I’m too weak. I can’t help.” Patricians nearby heard the Plebeian manner of the old fellow and did nothing. Young Blue Tentacles could feel his grasp slipping, a tumultuous wave gripped them and both were in the water, then a maelstrom sucked them under.