Down on the seabed, a snake slithered along, head flanked by puffed cheeks, having elected not to swim. He wasn't a sea snake; the land was his home, though he still enjoyed the occasional dip below the waves. After some time of taking in the sights, he coiled himself up to relax, looking up at the surface and watching his bubbles float away, not a one of them being smaller than his head. In time, he would need to follow them, but his strong lungs would let him enjoy himself for quite a while yet.