When I woke up from my nap, I felt surprisingly refreshed despite the late hour. The moon hung low over the calm ocean as I made my way from the cabin to the deck of my sailboat. Something felt off as I grabbed the anchor rope - it wouldn't budge. I tugged harder, muscles straining against the unexpected resistance.

The rope suddenly gave way, nearly pulling me overboard as the anchor broke free. As I reeled it in, water droplets cascading from the metal, a movement caught my eye. Just below the surface, something large was approaching. Teal tentacles emerged first, followed by the unmistakable outline of an antique diving helmet.

Sunken's helmet glinted in the moonlight as he rose from the depths, those eerie tentacles writhing around his head. I wasn't nearly as startled as the first time we'd met. Despite his undead appearance and self-absorbed attitude, he'd never given me reason to fear him.

"Hey, Zukes!" he called, grabbing the side of the boat and hauling himself partially out of the water, "Love the new anchor, that one's nicer than your old one."