Inktober 4: #underwater #young survivor It happened on a tuesday. Raleigh tugged her helmet on snug, smoothing out the wrinkles where the suit bunched against her small frame. " It'll be amazing." He assured her, the bars of the helmet nearly blocking any clear vision of him. Or perhaps that was the excitement brimming. She'd wanted to go underwater since she was a child, and when her father built her her own little suit, well, she had just about lost all semblance of control. It made it seem almost surreal, standing here in this heavy thing. It was nothing short of uncomfortable to be sure, but it was going to be the best day of her life. The process of lowering her into the water went painfully slow, her father peering over the boat to be sure everything went JUST right. He wouldn't let anyone else watch over the oxygen tanks she was hooked up to by a long strange pipe, nor would he let anyone else go near her. She wasn't worried either way. Though, in hi...