Wizard of the Deep Sea

The word "lost" fit my current situation perfectly.

I couldn’t tell which way was forward or which was back, or even how long I had been here.

'At least an hour maybe?'

It probably hadn’t been that long. After all, this was still the Abyssal Sea. The longer I stayed, the heavier the pressure should become.

The real problem was what came next. I couldn’t just keep going in a random direction forever.

At the very least, I needed to figure out which way was down. I took a pen out of my pocket and let it float in front of me.

Then I focused on it intensely with my Tide Sense.

Since it had weight, it would definitely sink even the slightest amount, which would tell me which direction was which.

That assumption seemed to be wrong, though.