They were drawn to the water I suppose.

Guided by a primal part of themselves longing to return to the sea, I imagine they were helpless against the pull of the tide and their hearts.

They barely had time, I muse to myself, to cast the bikes aside before their land bound bodies betrayed evolution.

Creating their own mythology, they traded skin for scales and feet for fins. Took a last deep breath as they broke the surface, held it as they dove deep, panic giving way to peace as they felt their ears pop; their gills come in, and knew that they were home.