“Why will not Pirate Pete let me sit upon his acromion?” wondered Terry Turtle as he swam into the depths.
“Penny Parrot may seem pecuniary by name, but a talking shelly would rake in casks of shimmerers.” claimed friendly befit with flippers feverishly fluttering down, down, down.
“Did this sunken breastboard come from a ship whose unlucky ave-mate twisted yarns that led the crew to mutiny?” curioused dual-plated seafarer of the Testudine order.
“The world twixt sailing and swimming seems to be teeming with divers ponderations.” realized determined diver of the deep. ; )