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Maps don't work underwater. Not conventional paper maps anyway. You've either got to get that shit laminated, or use a waterproof machine. Preferably not one made by humans. The stipulation not to use a machine made by humans is especially important when you're aiming to visit a touristy grocery store set up near the wreck of the Titanic.
“I hate the Atlantic.” says Atlantis, busy keeping an eye out for danger whilst swimming along protectively behind his ‘angelfishy’, through a watery world so blue it is near black. Unlike her, his own kind, and most other aquatic chojin, he swims like a human, which makes him appear ungainly. But despite this idiosyncratic way of moving, he is the most dangerous thing in the seven seas, and that includes sea dragons, giant squid, Humboldt squid, flesh eating worms, Da-
Maria looks back over her shoulder, through her wavy blonde hair and iridescent pink frills and fins, her brilliant blue eyes flashing. In the darker waters of this ocean, she shines slightly less, but still drifts around like an underwater star, as all mermaids do. “It's named after you, ‘Lantis.” she says, her smile revealing rows of teeth much smaller than his, but just as carnivorous.
“No, angel, it's named after-” here Atlantis utters a word in Cthuvian. “-Which I’m also named after. Along with a billion of my brethren. It's a very common name. Sneagator said I had to use the English form or no announcer would be able to announce me. Atlantis the continent is great. Atlantis the ocean isn't. I don't like the cold, the dark, or the icebergs."
Maria, well aware that the Atlantic ocean was not named after her man personally, simply smiles a sharp siren smile. Since Atlantis the continent is currently sitting where it used to, above water and open to tourism thanks to the aggressively friendzoning actions of her sister, she is able to confirm that the place truly is ‘great’, if you enjoy eldritch insanity, which she clearly does, seeing as she married a Deep One. Clearly, it is a Robin trait.
Locating the wreck of the unsinkable ship can eventually be achieved by backtracking and following the signs, but locating a grocery store for a hot cup of kelp coffee is more difficult. Being a Sea Demon, Atlantis cannot simply hail and ask for directions from passing, non-Dagonish folk, because they are born hating him, and he won't let his wife do it either, meaning he resorts to mentally hijacking a bunch of sharks, including a Great White, a Bull, and a Whale.
“Urgent mission: Locate coffee!” says he, in his mind. Obediently the fabulous fish swim off, battering the mismatched couple with the current they generate. Once the sharks are gone, Atlantis submits to another round of selfie taking with Maria, posing in front of the decaying but well lit Titanic, as well as nearby, less impressive wrecks. Posing like he is holding them in his clawed hands, grin wider than it's ever been.