The guy who had been spotted from the submarine to be slowly making his way underwater, is apparently Indigo. Indigo is thankful enough that the part of the sea where he fell, was close enough to the approaching submarine. He had been rescued, and now, like a broken piece of metal from a sunken ship, he sits in a cabin of the submarine, wet hair and wet clothes, biting an apple, saved out of the journey rations.

There is a knock on the closed door.
"Come in, whoever you are.", Indigo allows the person inside.
Who enters was a boy of somewhat his age, which is eighteen. He is a platinum blonde guy, with eyes the color of deep sea. "Hello, I'm Cerulean. I hear you were sinking ?", he asks.

Indigo isn't  sure if the question is a considerate one or is supposed to be a mock, but he decides to be cordial to the newcomer and replies with a simple, "Yeah, somewhat. Buoyancy wasn't much of a help I guess."

Cerulean smiles. He seems like an amiable guy. "Alright. I just wanted to see you though...I'll go to my cabin now, any problem, I'm behind the second door to the nearby corridor." Having said that, he gets up with a frisk and moves out.

Indigo scratches his head and remains at his place. He feels like a coward.