The crew of the Voltron were sailing through a storm and Keith was at the hull spacing out when something tapped on his head.
"Hey! Get your head out of the clouds and help me get everyone to the bottom of the ship!" yelled the short Italian, Pidge.
"Alright, alright, geez," Keith exhaled.
"There's no way you're not worried about drowning right now, Keith."
"No, I'm really not."
"What?! There's no way, you're lying, now come on, lazybones!" Pidge turned to leave and another giant wave came crashing down and swept her off of the boat. Keith started to the cabin just as she disappeared beneath the waves and ran to Captain Shiro.
"Keith, you should be down under the ship right now," Shiro dismissed and with that, Keith was gone to Hunk, the cook who was frozen to the floor.
"Get to the bottom, Hunk, it's safe there,"
"No way, man I can't move," he said.
"I got it," called a woman from behind them, whose name was Allura. "You should be getting down there yourself."
Keith started walking and heard a scream and watched captain Shiro get swallowed up by a wave. He ran to assist Allura but she was gone, and so was Hunk. He tried to save himself but it was too late, he fell over the edge of the boat as it was struck in the side by a wave and tipped over.
Lance
Lance had heard of a new shipwreck and was swimming through the blue water to get to the spoils first. Early that morning he had left his underwater home to go explore. He was eighteen now and he could explore freely and was halfway to the wreck. He took in the scenery of the ravine as he dived down into its depths. He lit up the spots on his hands that glowed in the dark and continued. This wreck had landed deep down and far from home so Lance hoped he could get there first. The Cuban had tried every time to get to the treasure but failed. He has a good feeling about this one.
He reached the wreck and wriggled through a hole in the side. The inside was already rotting but it was beautiful in a way. Lance followed the walls and occasionally came to rooms with trinkets and valuables. I can't wait to sell all of this stuff, thought the Cuban as he swam through the dark wreck. Lance knew that sometimes cool stuff floated to the surface so he decided to go and see.
When Lance broke the surface he watched a couple of dead people floating as he picked through the clutter. He felt bad about what happened to these poor people. But their stuff was his now. He waded through the bodies until he reached some poor kid with a mullet sprawled across a piece of wood. He had a gold chain bracelet so Lance took it and started to swim away. But just then, the he stirred and gasped for breath.
