The knife shook in his hand. The granite eyes carved and still a moment ago exploded into alien life. They shook, glowing blue, a glow that soon expanded to encompass the entire tool.

In shock he dropped the item, but the blue glow leapt from the relic, and struck him in the arm. The blue bolt whirled itself into a vortex of incandescent energy which quickly enveloped him. Where the energy touched him, fur grew thick. Fingers fused, and toes grew and meshed into flippers.

The knife drifted down. His face also covered with fur and pushed out into a snout. Legs combined as hair covered them, becoming a tail, ending in a powerful tailfin. His shorts shredded as his body changed, and human understandings of modesty forced him to blush. The seal-man could feel new sensations, but questions welled up within him.

What was he? Why did the knife change him? But as he dove to retrieve the knife, he remembered the surface. He could hold his breath, but not indefinitely. The sea called and somehow, he knew he belonged in it now.

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The sea doesn't suffer its treasures to be stolen, and trying to take a cursed knife sealed his fate. Though I may put up another sketch or so, this is my last finished piece before I shove-off across the lake. Later guys

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