The water felt good, it's fluid enclosure that pressured her body from all directions. Not needing to breathe meant getting to spend a great deal of time exploring all the deepest recesses for treasure. Sure enough, here lay a sunken yacht, or what used to be a yacht. It was so covered with barnacles, coral seaweed, you'd have to know what you were looking at in the first place in order to tell what it was. Bellamortix could tell exactly what it was. She wove herself into the hull through a hole in the side. There was a body, eyes and skin long eaten away, an arm with fuzzy pieces of something floated up near the roof, while the rest of the corpse was strapped tightly into the seat, jaw hanging on by one side, open and waving gently in the water.

She ignored the grotesque sight, there were more interesting things. One sight caught her eye and she sprung forward. She grabbed a cover, as that's all it was anymore, of a book and turned it around, it's pages were disintegrated, and the cover fell apart in her grip. She pouted and dropped the thing, and a glint caught her eye, making her turn back to the body. It had a pin in it's rotten clothes, a shiny little pin. It was not rusted, but it was gold and in the shape of an anchor. She took it, smiling, but surely there was more.

she slithered out one hole in the small yacht and into another, if one saw it from the right angle, it would look as if the whole thing were wrapped in her coils, though it was only a trick of the eye. Yes here it was, someone's suitcase. It was pink, though now it was green with algae and Bella ripped it open. Clumps of colorful swimsuits floated out, a small long dead cell phone, a pair of flip-flops and a small clear zipper bag full of putrid, water-logged make up. She frowned and cast the case away, it bounced off the wall of the yacht and slowly drifted down and something drifted up from it. It was made of wood, whatever it was and it turned itself in the water, the top falling open. This was what she wanted, a string of pearls and a sparkling silver necklace fell out. She snatched them, and then the box where a red and silver ring was lodged into a ring holding space. As she pulled it free, the ring cushion tore and fell apart.

She put on her treasures and left through a broken window, grabbing a jeweled picture frame on the way out, and found a mini bar on the small deck. Curiously, she looked, perhaps an interesting looking bottle might be worth her time, even if the contents weren't. Sure enough, a pretty bottle of something brown was in tact and lodged between some of the broken wreckage. She pulled it free and left the scene, looking at the new ring on her hand.

From the surface, all her poking about was visible by writhing hints of her tail appearing above the water like some mythic sea monster. Perhaps less than thirty feet from the wreckage was a submerged bit of reef, possibly what had caused the thing to sink, she looked for a good place to take hold that wouldn't cut up her tail on the sharp coral. Closer inland was a bit of rock that stuck out from the waves, and she climbed it with her unencumbered arm, using her tail to thrust herself forward until she could sit comfortably and wrap her tail around it for security.

Her back was to the shore and she lifted the bottle into the light. She debated dumping out its contents, but it looked sort of pretty in the light, red instead of brown. Her intelligence told her this was wine, this was a pretty bottle of wine, vintage 2016.

This was more than an antique, this was museum worthy, something nearly ancient from a world long destroyed. Perhaps the most valuable thing she'd found yet. She decided to keep it's contents, though she would never taste them. Suddenly she felt eyes on her back and snapped her head around to spot a figure on the beach far away. It didn't smell entirely human, from what she could tell (she's downwind of him) so she decided it, or rather he, as she could detect his gender from his scent, didn't matter and began to examine her other finds. The picture frame was nice, pretty with false gems, though it didn't make any difference to Bella what is was made of, as long as it sparkled. The picture was in tact somehow, possibly air tight and thus water tight beneath the glass. There were two teenage girls smiling, leaning in with their cheeks pressed together in a tight hug. A man stood in the background making a peace sign, he had a captain's hat on and a blue coat, perhaps he was the body she had taken the pin from. What another fascinating find, certainly would be even more valuable if she cared about it and not the frame. She pouted that this worthless image should survive while the poor book hadn't.

She let go of the rock, tail writhing under the water as she examined the necklaces next, completely oblivious, or so it seemed to the whisper nearby.

(OOC: just to make it clear while he's watching the water, he'd see hints of her tail, but not see her till she pulls up on the rock like a mermaid lol)