Argonaut

They are first at sea at dawn, when sunrise bleeds gold across glassy waters. An Argonaut of the Seawatch pushes off a coral jetty, oars dipped in foam, heart aligned with tide. Their frame is lithe, scaled with salt, armour adorned with sea-glass shards, fins trimmed with kelp.   They patrol channels hidden beneath reef shadows, mapping currents and coral walls, listening to the sea’s whisper: a ship’s creak, a whale’s song, distant storms rumbling like drums. When danger looms—poacher’s skiff, Outrider raid, or beast in the deep—the Argonaut surges: blade clasped, trident ready, they exploit waves and weather, turning tide into shield, spray into cloak.