She had found another wreck, several leagues into open ocean and so deep there was no light. She had been hunting, The lack of light didn't bother her, she was able to guide herself using echo-location. The wicked bone blades along the length of her spine and tail served more than one purpose. Not only were they wicked weapons with powerful paralyzing venom and bio-luminescent, but they served her when using sonar. The blades were hollow and very sensitive, so when the sonar bounced back to her, she felt it through her entire body.

They were more sensitive than even a cat's whiskers, and much more useful. It was this that had told her there was a shipwreck below her. Thousands of feet straight down she dove. The pressure was crushing, the water reached sub-freezing temperatures and still she descended. She had no fear of these places and did not hesitate to explore them. Eventually after an eternity of sonar guided descent she found it.

The ship itself was straddled over a rift, the main body suspended in it's silent watery grave over a chasm. The prow was wedged in a crack and the pressure of the angle kept the entire ship firmly in place. She glided through the water, powerful fins and flukes hardly more than twitching. Echo-location had those bales fairly singing with vibration and she allowed her fingers to brush over the occasional odd shape she picked up, more often than not it was a bit of broken wood or a bone.

The thing she found most odd was that this was a galleon, and well armed. Cannons and plenty of fodder, bayonets, and muskets. She found the remains of almost seventy well armed men, but no signs of violence were to be had. The ship had been ready for any battle except the one mother nature had given them. A storm had taken this ship and drowned it's crew callously along with whatever they had been protecting. That also seemed odd to her. Usually when there were so many dead, and armed the vessel was packed with treasures and baubles. She had found nothing.

She floated through the ship, room to pitch black freezing room, fins and flukes floating and flicking gracefully, effortlessly as she went. No chests, no crates other than what had stored food now long since eaten by sea creatures and algae. Empty broken barrels, eating utensils, nothing of interest. and that was exactly why she was so interested. It wasn't normal. The wreck couldn't have been more than fifteen years old from the state of the dead and the wood, and there had been no wars in that time frame. So why was it so armed"

She slipped out through a porthole, and swam silently along the hull. As she slipped beneath the ship she picked something up. A muscular flick of her tail and she was close enough to inspect the underside of the vessel. Barnacles"..No..these weren't the run of the mill growths she was familiar with. These were large and flat and strangely shaped. Gills fluttered at her throat. Could it be?? She ran her fingers over them, feeling the tingle of magic. Yes. She twisted in the water and the bone blades along her tail were expertly wedged between 'barnacle' and hull. She managed to loose four of them, all she was able to carry as they were large and heavy.

If she was right, these were the reason the ship was so armed. Clutching her prize to her chest she ascended at such a rate any non-aquatic creature would have suffered the affliction land-dwellers referred to as the 'bends'. Often fatal. Once she was in shallow enough depth that light could filter through she paused, slowing a little. it had been the light she was after. She looked to the things she held, and smiled. she had been right. These 'barnacles' were in fact a particular type, that grew flat. If cultivated properly, and polished, when they matured they were receptive to enchantment.

Often they would be gathered and polished to a high gloss and made into mirrors that would grant the possessor a wish, but only one. These were so difficult to come by, and due to their nature and appearance they had come to be known as 'Miracles'. Enchanted mirror barnacles. She knew how great their worth was, and money had nothing to do with it. At least, not for her. This was perfect. She journeyed then to her own secluded place she called home and safely hid three. The fourth she took with her as she took to land again, and headed for the land-dwellers' meeting place. The Red Dragon.

Fate it would seem was smiling on her for she saw precisely who she sought. "Phinn..."