After the commotion with Ethan over the Necromancy Studies subject, which ultimately ended with us deciding to take it for the sake of overcoming my weakness, Ethan carefully selected the final course, his hand settling on a class titled "Marine Studies."

"This will be the last one," he said.

"Marine Studies?" I asked.

"Yeah. There was that time when you almost got into trouble fighting the Kraken. I thought this would be a good chance for you to work on that."

"I think that’s a reasonable choice," I agreed.

Swimming was still a weak point for me, but I could …