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 Female x Male  Fantasy Bound to the Sea

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Abialla, Jul 23, 2018.

  1. Abialla

    Abialla Divine Rose Member

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    A crash of thunder boomed through the cabin, rousing the cruise’s sleeping inhabitants. A young woman peeked a sleepy eye open from underneath her bed covers to see what the racket was about. Without getting out of bed, she lifted her head, craning her neck to peer out of the porthole shaped window to be met with a view of torrential waters, waves billowing threateningly in the distance.

    It was only a few hours ago that the day was bright and sunny without a cloud in the sky. Sarah had booked this trip with a few friends, with whom she spent the afternoon enjoying a brunch at port. “I’m going to soak up as much sun as I can!” One of her friends exclaimed, sunhat and sunglasses already donned as she took the last sip of her mimosa before grabbing her bags and standing up from the small outdoor table.

    Sarah just laughed at her enthusiasm, shaking her head, “I’ll be in the shade all trip thanks. I’d prefer not to look like a lobster when we reach our destination.” Sarah was a bit paler, well, a lot paler, than her darker skinned friend.

    “I suppose that’s true,” she tapped her finger on her lower lip, pouting it slightly as the thought dawned on her, “but when we reach Cuba, what are you going to do then? It’s sunny all the time there. I doubt there will be a lot of places for you to sit in the shade.”

    “Oh that’s easy,” Sarah gave a wry look before standing next to her friend, “I’ll just....borrow this!” With a quick movement, she snatched her friend’s wide-brimmed hat from her head and ran away with it.

    Before long the two were running around and laughing the restaurant’s patio like children, stopping only when the third friend, a tall blonde who was very much the mother of the group, piped up. “Guys! Hey! We gotta get going or the boat will leave without us! We’ve only got ten minutes.” Without another word, they all looked at each other, quickly left some money on the middle of the table for the bill and tip, and dashed out towards the dock with their things.

    The three of them had a full day of sun, fun, and drinks aboard the S.S. Minnow, enjoying their vacation to its fullest in just the first few hours alone. Little did they know that that was all the vacation they would be having. As night blanketed the sky, the three girls went their separate ways to their rooms, exhausted from the day’s activities.

    That was when the heavens rained down heavy upon the small cruise ship. Sarah was deep in her sleep that she did not hear much of the turmoil outside of her room until the lightning was already upon them. The loud boom she had heard was not just thunder, but the large loudspeaker that was bolted to the wall just across from her room. It had fallen to the floor and landed against her door.

    After looking outside, she felt some dread, but when no announcements were made (from what she could hear), she shrugged it off and curled back in her bed. She sent a quick text to her friends to see if they had heard what she had, but in her half sleep, half drunken stupor, she passed out before she could notice the barrage of responses that forced her phone to vibrate off the nighttable and under her bed.

    As the night wore on and the storm grew destructive, evacuation measures were called out as bit by bit the ship fell apart from the initial lightning strike that had damaged the hull. By this point, the noise got to be too much and Sarah woke up. Her blanket wrapped around her, she shuffled to her door to try and see what all the commotion was. Turning the handle and pushing, however, proved fruitless. Perhaps it was her footing. The ship was rocking quite dangerously. She tried again, this time with a running start, but still not a budge. Before long she started banging on the door, yelling for help, for anybody to hear her, but nobody could over the storm. Near hyperventilation, she ran away from the door towards the heavy lifesaver that adorned her wall, in hopes of using it o escape out the window and into the water below, thinking that somebody would find her. As soon as she got her hands upon it though, the ship jerked, knocking her to her ass and the large hoop off the wall and onto her head....knocking her out, as her room took on water.

    Outside the ship, the other passengers and crew rowed away on the lifeboats, watching the ship sink, slowly disappearing beneath the water’s surface. Sarah’s friends looked everywhere for their friend, but nobody could spot the brunette anywhere. One cried in the other’s arms. What they didn’t know was that she would be okay. That her window was slightly open before the ship sank, and that her unconscious body would float out half wrapped in a blanket, and remain suspended within the open sea for only a short amount of time before somebody, or something, would find her.
     
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    The sea currents battered his frame as Triton shot from the depths of his sunken city, his powerful tail far more than enough to negate even the strongest of of the many underwater tides that crisscrossed the area. He didn’t know where he was going, but he just needed to be out of his father and the noble council’s presence. He was tired of the endless meetings that devolved into circular conversations, or rants about how humans were a plague to the Earth. Triton had no love for humans either, but unless the council intended to use ancient and forbidden magic to raise the tides, which was both insane and supposedly impossible, they would just have to deal with the problem. He often found himself wondering how much longer they could truly stay hidden, what with the advance in the land-dwellers technology. He remembered a time when sailing in large ships was considered a marvel, and his father remembered a time when humans realized that a sword worked a lot better on their fellow man than chucking rocks. Such a violent, short-lived species, rather like a race of warring rodents.

    As he passed the coral reef that hid the entrance to his massive kingdom, he was struck by a rather odd sight. A downed ship, sinking ever lower. There didn’t seem to be any drowning people, not that he’d have cared, but they must’ve all gotten out alive. He moved a little closer to investigate, Well more than strong enough to deal with the ships suction as it sunk. He turned in a circle when suddenly...was that a mermaid? He shot towards the figure, blinded by worry. He could not let one of his own die, and even more importantly he could not let them be found. As he sped towards the form, however, a falling piece of the engine caught him on the side, causing him to begin bleeding, and yet he continued on, somewhat dazed by the pain. It was not until he wrapped his arms around the figure that he realized she was no mermaid. She was a human, with a fallen blanket, barely alive. Better just to let her go. Easier, less trouble, and less risk of discovery. Makes perfect since, and would be completely guilt free. So why was he rising rapidly, with the girl in his arms, breaking the surface, and feeling his set of lungs automatically begin to work rather than his small set of gills. Growling to himself, he made his way to a nearby island, a short stretch of beach, and dumped her unceremoniously on it. Okay, he’s saved her. He’s done his good deed for the day. Time to leave before she wakes up. And yet, he found himself remaining in the largest nearby tide pool, watching over her, grabbing a passing crab for a snack as he examined his wound.
     
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  3. Abialla

    Abialla Divine Rose Member

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    Floating.....can't move....So cold......

    Am...I dead? Is this what it's like?....It's so dark and lonely....

    Oh well.....I guess....this is my life now....heh, well, this is my
    death now....never thought this was how I would die. I suppose it could have been worse...

    Hmmm......Hm? What is that?....something brushed up against me?....I still have skin in the afterlife? Well, I suppose that makes sense if I can feel cold. But why can't I see? Do I not have eyes? Or is it just that dark?....if I could just move my limbs....maybe I could see my hands. Urgh.....nothing....it feels almost as if somebody is holding me in place....but why do I still feel like I"m floating? No....not floating...moving. Finally. I knew this couldn't be the end, the place where I'd end up. Surely there was someplace else I belonged.

    So relaxed...so comfortable. This feels....much better.

    Huh....that's strange, I could almost make out a heart beat in the silence. That can't be mine, it sounds funny....the rhythm is very....off. It's quite calming though....almost like a lullaby, lulling me to sleep. I could lie here all day...night?...whatever time it is...just listening to it.

    ......
    ......
    .............
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    ........................................................ow. Wha-....did that.....hurt? pain? what? how? The beating, it's gone! But why? Where am I now? Why don't I hear the heart anymore? And why did I feel pain just now? I thought there was no more pain after death!? What's going on? Shit...Gotta move, please move. Hand? Foot? Anything!

    Air. I need air! What do I need air for? Aren't I dead? I can't breathe. Breathe dammit!! Move! Cough! Anything!! Just do something!!!

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    Some moments after being dumped onto the beach and with a hacking cough, Sarah managed to turn onto her side, letting all the ocean water spill out of her and onto the sandy beach, gasping for air. Very ungracefully, she managed to roll herself completely around until she was on her hands and knees, shakily keeping herself up as she took in deep breaths, the air scratching her salt and sand covered throat as it passed through to reach her lungs. Once she could get a steady rhythm with breathing again, she sighed in relief and allowed herself to fall to the ground, eyes shut, feeling the night breeze caress her cheek. She managed to peek a tired eye open to see where she was and perhaps how she got there, but all she could see was a nameless sandy beach beneath the moonlight, a few rocks, and atop those rocks was a faint silhouette of.....a person?? Were they the one that saved me? Was that the heartbeat I had heard? I have to thank them....she thought to herself. Her lips parted slightly and breathed out the beginning of her gratitude, but could only manage a "Than-" as the rest of the '-k you' came out as barely a whisper before her eyes fought against her. So tired.....I guess...I'll just thank him....in the morning....
     
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  4. Fireright

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    Triton watched the human sleep, still unsure what motivated his rash choice to continue with the rescue. Now, here he was, sitting in a tide pool, injured and exhausted from battling the pull of the sinking cruise, all for some two legged polluting fool. He spat into the surf, not sure what he was more annoyed with; her, himself, or his wound, drippng blood into the surf. He pushed his black hair back, his vivid green eyes on the human. He wondered if she was even still alive. That’d be perfect, risking death or the exposure of his race, and the stupid girl goes ahead and dies.

    Suddenly, the human stirred, and Triton crouched, his tail curled in the pool, ready to defend himself in case the girl attacked. He knew from his father that humans could be vicious, especially when cornered. He watched her, but she only crawled towards him, muttered something unintelligible, and flopped back into the sand. Triton rolled his eyes and settled back into the pool, allowing the water to help wash away his troubles. He should probably rest, let his body do it’s work and begin healing the wound. He felt the exhaustion beginning to take hold. He grabbed some seaweed that had washed up and stuffed it roughly into his wound, ignoring the pain, and then settled down for a nap.

    Triton was no stranger to dreams, but this one was unusual. He saw a terrible scene, oceans rising, men deploying submarines, his people letting loose their sea monsters, horrific battles of the merpeople and the humans, bodies covering the land and turning the sea red, heavy casualties on both sides. Those things humans lived in, sort of like his colonies coral towers, skyscrapers? Falling left and right, mermen going so far as to use their more humanoid legs.

    He began to jerk and twitch in his sleep, the terrible dream taking hold of his mind.
     
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    Exhausted from her near death experience, Sarah remained asleep, unaware of the merman afflicted with nightmares only a few feet away from her. Her dreams, on the other hand, were more lighthearted, at least, they began that way. She remembered that floating feeling while she was drowning, the only good feeling from that whole experience, and her subconscious brought back the sensation. She dreamt that she was underwater, swimming with all the sea creatures, and she could breathe. She waded beneath the ocean's surface, feeling the sun's rays hit the water above her and warm the area around her. Schools of fish passed her by, swimming in perfect synchronization as a dolphin made its way towards her. She could only smile, that smile reflecting on her sleeping form as well as she giggled in her sleep. In her mind, the dolphin played with her, allowed her to hold onto his dorsal fin as they moved about beneath the light.

    After some time of playing, she glanced down and saw beautiful coral reefs, shells of all colors, shapes, and sizes, and even a few crustaceans just hobbling along on the seafloor. She tried to get a closer look, but accidentally let go of her dolphin friend in the process. She felt herself sink down, placing her feet upon the sand, taking care not to step on anything alive, while she watched him swim away off into the distance. She was sad to see him go, but understood that he had a place to be.

    As she watched him fade away, another figure swam towards her, though it was too far out for her to see clearly. Eventually, a silhouette formed. It looked just like the one she had seen on the beach before falling asleep. Her smile returned to her features as excitement coursed through her. She pushed off the ground and began to swam towards her savior. Maybe now I can thank him properly, she thought to herself as she paddled her feet behind her. The closer she got, the more clear the silhouette became. She began to make out that this person was a man. She could see the dark figure’s shape, from his hair, just slightly shorter than her own, all the way down to his......fin? She stopped paddling towards him from the confusion, but her curiosity got the better of her. She started swimming more quickly, but it seemed the closer she got, the further away he seemed. Insistent, she kept trudging along until it seemed like her progress only seemed to be setting her further back from him. She opened her mouth to yell out to him, to get him to notice her, but no sound came out. She was silent. She tried a second time, but the water filled her mouth this time, choking her.

    Oh no, not again. She thought to herself. Tears filled her eyes as she stopped breathing and she experienced drowning all over again. The figure was gone from her sight and she started to paddle upwards for air, but she couldn’t find where up was. The sun had stopped shining, darkness surrounded her once more, and again she couldn’t take in a single breath.

    With a loud heavy gasp, she woke from her sleep, shooting up from the sand, having rolled onto her back in the middle of her sleep, and she sat there, breathing. Her heart felt as if it were about to beat out of her chest as it rang in her ears. Eventually, with another calming breath, she hung her head and listened to the waves hitting the beach.

    The beach? She glanced up again. The sun wasn’t even peaking over the horizon yet and she could see some light breaking the night sky over the ocean. That wasn’t a dream...she really did drown, and somebody...

    ...saved me? She glanced over at the tide pool, and sure enough, there was a sleeping figure. She could only see his head above the water, but it was definitely who she saw last night. With shaking legs, she stood from where she slept to finally see who it was, only to freeze where she stood when she saw what was resting beneath the water of the tide pool.

    She very nearly fainted right then and there, when she also noticed his wound. “Oh no!” She exclaimed quietly to herself. Quickly, she looked around for anything she could use as supplies. There had been a few things from the cruise that had washed up on shore, one of which was her blanket from before. “Perfect.” She grabbed it and began searching for something she could use to cut it with.
     
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    Triton remained asleep through most of this, the terrible visions continuing to make him twitch, his skin having goosebumps. He was blissfully unaware of the stirring human near him, and slept through her sudden panic as well, and only began to wake when she fumbled about with the shirts and med kits. The vivid green eyes open, and studied her blearily, and then he moved backwards, his eyes wide. "What are you doing?" He rasped, all mermaids having the gift of tongues, thus being able to speak any language. Each of them was born with a small spark of magic, but only the oldest and the royal family had any more.

    "Get back human!" He said, rising, his powerful tail thrashing. Had she meant to strangle him in his sleep? No..those looked more like bandages. Had she...had she been trying to help him? A complete stranger, and a different species to boot? Impossible.

    "What do you want from me, human?" He asked, his hands raised as though to ward her off. He studied her, noting her shape, her face. She was attractive, he supposed, for a human, but it wasn't as though that mattered to him, at all. She seemed to be wet, the clothes hanging off her form, and he was slightly distracted by her legs, never having really seen a woman's legs up close, but quickly focused, wondering when this human would go savage.
     
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  7. Abialla

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    Sarah stopped moving for a moment as he started thrashing about, worried if perhaps he was actually a wild creature and not as human as he appeared to be. She wouldn’t be able to get close to help him if he kept up like that. But the moment he spoke, she sighed in relief and gave him a small smile. “Honestly...I just want to thank you.”

    Carefully, she stepped closer to him, kneeling at the edge of the tide pool and showing him the items in her hand. She spread out the shirts and the blanket across the sand, hoping the sun will be hot enough when it fully rises to dry the fabrics. She placed the first aid kit next to her on the ground and opened it, taking account of everything in there. Bandages, gauze, alcohol pads, pain killers, and other miscellaneous health items were neatly packaged in plastic bags, blocking them from any water damage that would have rendered them all useless. Thankful of her luck, she began ripping each package open.

    Once opened, she turned to look at him again, still giving him a warm smile. “If I could, I’d like to help you. You’re hurt and I found stuff to heal you faster, that is, if you’ll let me.” She kept her eyes on his, trying her best not to stare anywhere else on him so as not to make him feel awkward or uncomfortable.
     
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    Triton watched her carefully, gums pulled back in a snarl that twisted his beautiful face, anger and fear in the eyes, but soon, it became evident that this girl wanted to...help him? He studied the soaked human laying out odd objects, though from what he could glean, and from what she was saying, they were some sort of manmade remedy. He let his gums drop over his fangs and moved a little closer, a bit of curiosity mixing into his gaze.

    She was nothing like the humans his father had portrayed, with hatred and there hearts, demented, warped creatures of the land. He had never seen one up close, and they were surprisingly...merlike. He found her fascinating and rather fun to look at as well as repulsive and terrifying.

    He finally nods. “I will allow it.” He says, struggling to wrap his mouth around the foreign languages odd sounds. English, was it? He raises his arms, revealing the cut in his extremely, muscular torso.
     
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  9. Abialla

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    She bit back a blush as she kneeled down next to him. Instead, she glanced back up at him and gave him another small smile before turning her focus on the wound. Grabbing some alcohol pads, antiobiotic ointment, and a few large band-aids, gauze, and a bandage roll with a metallic clips on the end. She ripped open one of the wrapped alcohol pads, as well as a piece of gauze, and hovered over his wound for a moment before noticing the seaweed. Her brows furrowed.

    “Uhm...” she hesitated as she looked back up at him again. “This...will hurt a bit. I need to get rid of this debris from your wound and then clean it with this wipe. It will sting, but that’s because it’ll be killing all the bacteria that could infect your cut. So please, bear with me.”

    Before he could object, like one would a band-aid, quickly and cleanly she pulled the seaweed from his wound and immediately began cleaning the area. First wiping with the gauze to get rid of any dirt, grime, or blood, as well as drying it off, she then started disinfecting it with the alcohol pad, sterilizing the area around and on the gash.

    “Sooo...what language do you normally speak?” She asked him while she was cleaning him up, hoping to distract him from the pain. She had noticed the struggle he had speaking her language, but the accent didn’t seem to match any country that she was aware of. Perhaps merpeople have their own language. It still felt odd to her even just thinking the word, merpeople. Mermaids. Mermen....she looked him up and down now, getting distracted herself from what she was doing to take in the sight of his tail, all the way up his abdomen, and then again to his face. To think a fairytale could actually be true, that such a creature existed, and here she was in the presence of one, helping him.

    As she got lost in though, she hadn’t even realized that her hand stopped moving, resting on his abdomen just next to his cut with the alcohol pad still against his skin, as she stared and took in all the details of his face. It was so human, and yet not at all.
     
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    Triton looked back down at her, finding her smile somewhat pleasant, although still annoying. He sighed, and nodded for her to continue. He unflinchingly allowed her to continue cleaning out the wound, hissing only slightly as she ripped out the seaweed. “Hurry up.” He said, as she began to clean it, letting out another small hiss, and then a small sigh of relief.

    He studied the girl once again. She was just so...different. Her skin was completely pale, no very slight blue or green tint, and those odd legs, that caught his attention. Humans bodies were certainly somewhat interesting. He still had no doubt she’d wipe him out if she got the chance, but she seemed to feel she owed him, which she did.

    He sighed at her question, but saw no real harm in answering. “The language my people speak is ancient. It is closest to the dead language of a place known as Phonecia, spoken near the Middle East, along the Mediterranean Sea many eons ago. They learned it from my people, and adapted it to suit them.” He said, watching her keen, interested eyes. Curious, despite himself, he reached out to finger her odd hair, studying the color and texture.
     
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    As he examined her hair, he would be able to see a few faint red streaks glistening in the rising sun among the plain brown strands. When Sarah felt him touch her, she very suddenly became hyper aware of where she was, what he was, and the blood rushing to her cheeks in a deep blush. “U-uh...” she couldn’t even manage a single word as she quickly moved herself away from him, only just realizing how close she had gotten to the strange man...fish...fishman -thing.

    She cleared her throat, as if that noise alone would blow away the awkward air about her in that moment. She went back to cleaning his wound, focusing completely on it with her head down, letting her hair hang in view of her face so that he would not be able to see her red cheeks anymore, and she could not see his beautiful features that very quickly, and very easily, drew her in. Perhaps that was how the whole siren fairy and folk tales started. If the fishermen of old laid eyes on this merman alone, she couldn’t even imagine how beautiful the mermaids must look, then it’s no wonder so many have crashed their ships.

    Her mind just raced, buzzing through all the old fairy tales she could remember about mermaids, sworing up and down that this had to be a dream, that none of this was real. Yet, here she was, rubbing a small amount of antibiotic ointment on the cut (in more ways than one) torso of a merman. “That’s...Uhm...interesting.” She gave an awkward chuckle as she ripped open a few extra large, plastic coated bandaid, placing them on top, taking care to not let the adhesive bits touch the open wound.

    As soon as she began to wrap a bandage around his torso, to hold the bandaid in place when it undoubtedly got wet and the adhesive would wash away, she wanted to make sure that the ointment would not and dirty water could not seep in and infect the gash. It was only as she neared finishing did his words actually process in her brain, after all the crazy-talking echoed through her head. No longer embarrassed, her blush disappeared and she stared him dead in the eyes, her own filled with curiosity and wonder, “Wait...so, you mean humans and merpeople knew of each other? There was a relationship between the two? Then...how come we don’t believe you exist anymore?...honestly, aside from children with overactive imaginations, it’s believed among humans that merpeople never existed at all. Some scientists actually found that manatees were the ones that old fishermen saw and mistook for mermaids......what happened?”
     
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    Triton chuckled, moving closer to her. “Humans are nearsighted. You choose what you wish to believe and parade it as the ultimate truth. And her you know so little of this world of ours. But yes, humans were once aware that we existed, before they became too frightened of us. Your kind fears and attacks what it doesn’t understand, and that’s what happened. All nations who knew of us began to wage war, heedless of the few among them who called for peace, so we retreated to the depths rather than stay and spill more blood.”

    He signed, and looked down at the bandages. “Well, even though you owe me for saving you, I suppose I should thank you. You did a fair job tending to the wound.” His face softens marginally, as he looks her over, and he did mean his thanks.
     
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    She began to feel ashamed. He is right though, what he has said about humans. While majority of humans share the ideal of peace among nations, there are just too many who would rather stir up the flames of war because of superficial differences that they don’t understand. Nothing has changed in the history of her species it seems. Nothing has evolved.

    Her forlorn began to show a bit too clearly on her face as she sat her rear onto the sand, giving a bit more distance between the two of them. “Thanks...it was nothing. It was the least I could do. If I could do more, I would.”

    She stared up at the sky pensively, watching the sun slowly rise more and more above them, feeling the heat caress her face. She sighed and glanced back down at the blankets and cloths she had spread out onto the sand. “I hope those dry quickly...” she mumbled moreso to herself, needing to distract herself from the ugly parts of human history and focus on the present. She was on an island, with very little to shade her from the boiling sun, no sunscreen to keep her from burning, and very little food to feed two people. There was some shellfish in the tide pool where Triton rest, but without something to cook them with, Sarah didn’t have much to actually be able to eat. She stood once more to look through the debris of the ship, hoping to find something of use.
     
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    Triton sees that his words have had an effect on her. Clearly, she is one of the humans with a conscience, and he feels an odd prickling of his own at the thought that he has been making her feel guilty. He does his best to shake this however, because the thought is ridiculous.

    He watches her examining the supplies, and decides to help. “If you’re worried about food, I’ll be able to dive a short distance and catch fish. As soon as I’m healed, which shouldn’t take long, I can get you off the island. If you want.” He said, observing her carefully.

    He still didn’t trust her at all, but he did feel as though he owed her. He’d saved her life, but she’d patched him up, and he had sort of stranded her here. So he resolved to help her get home. He still couldn’t help studying he unapologetically, his eyes running over her, the skin, the hair, and some of the curves meremaids didn’t have. There was something interesting about her eyes that he found a bit intriguing as well, but he couldn’t quite put his fin on it.
     
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    She stopped sifting through the debris, unable to find anything dry. Sarah ultimately just grabbed what wood she could and dumped them as far away from the water as she could onto the sad so that they could dry out in the hot sun, keeping four of the longest sticks of wood to bring over to where the merman sat and where she had the blankets laid out.

    “I appreciate the food help, but unfortunately, unless I cook it, I won’t be able to eat it. Raw fish is filled with parasites that would eat me from the inside out.” She shuddered as she thought about all those news and medical stories she heard over the years from people getting worms from bad sushi. She reached into the pocket of her pj shorts and pulled out a few protein bars. “These probably managed to drift from the vending machine that was aboard the ship.” Ripping one open, sure enough, the nut bar inside was dry and untouched by the ocean water. “The wonders of plastic wrappers....” she pressed her lips together at the irony of the damaging pollutant as the one thing that would allow her to eat.

    She sighed, taking a bite of the bar before sloppily rewrapping it and returning it to her pocket. She stabbed the sticks into the sand before draping the still damp blanket over them, shading Triton and herself as she sat on the dry sand next to him. “I certainly would appreciate the lift to civilization. But until that heals completely, you shouldn’t move. This will help keep the sun off of us.” She said, pointing to the makeshift shelter from the sun’s rays as it rose higher into the sky and the temperature got hotter.
     
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    Triton came close to her, still studying her, and partially getting over his mild fear and distrust, and feeling curiosity towards her. His body was soon close to hers, and he marveled at the way her body split smoothly into two legs, and how her skin lacked his blueish tint. The chest, was certainly different, as well. Most mermaids, while beautiful, were generally somewhat flat chested, leading to Triton staring at her curves, in an unashamed way.

    He gently prodded her legs, not trying to be hurtful or strange, but simply fascinated by them, studying their shape. He observed her upper body and face again, wondering what made them so different. “Tell me, about life on the surface. I’ve only heard of the violence and chaos, but surely there is more?”
     
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    Sarah lifted an eyebrow at his gentle prodding, suddenly surprised by the closeness. Nevertheless, she reminded herself to play it cool, so to speak, even though she was sitting next to what was possibly the most strikingly beautiful creature she’s ever laid eyes on. She cleared her throat and giggled a little, “How would you feel if I just started poking your tail like that?”

    She grinned even more at his curiosity, though her curiosity towards him and his life seemed to be more interesting in her mind. “Hmmm...I’ll tell you what, after I answer your question, I get to ask a question to you. Then you can ask me another. Then it’s my turn to ask a different one. And so on and so forth. Sound good? Also, I’ll answer your first question if you be a little bit more specific. Because there is SOOOOO much more that is good on land than bad, from cute things, to music, to the arts, to the generosity and overall goodness of individuals. I wouldn’t know where to start.”
     
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    Triton studied her. “Well, it would be a great offense if you did that without permission, for I am royalty, and you are not.” He maintained a haughty expression, but when she giggled, something in his eyes might have softened a bit. “I am simply curious. Your body fascinates me, as I’ve never seen one like it. Particularly your...what do you call them? Breasts? And your legs, obviously.” He went back to running his fingers over her legs, studying the joints, her feet, her thighs with apt attention.

    However, at her next words, he looked up. He was slightly annoyed that she dared force a trade, but another part of him didn’t really mind. This human had proven useful, and been fair company. Not that he’d tell her though. “Alright, I’ll play your game, human.” He thought, and his eyes lit up. “Tell me about the music. I enjoy music greatly.”
     
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    She tried not giggling as he continued to run his fingers across her skin, tickling her. A blush managed to break through though, and it only deepened as he mentioned her breasts. She quickly covered them with her arms, feeling a sense of embarrassment.

    She cleared her throat as she let her mind distract itself to focus on his question. “Oh man, there’s a lot to our music. From our percussive beginnings, to full fledged orchestras, to the four piece band, to an age of electricity. We find music in just about everything. But I think the most fun is all the music from the last century.”

    Sarah began listing off some of the more popular music genres from each of the decades, getting excited with each passing song she mentioned, starting with the big band era of the 20’s, moving through Frank Sinatra and the rest of the Rat Pack, the Doo Wop style, jazz, blues, to the bubble gum music of the 60’s and 70’s, the rise and fall of disco, the beginnings of classic rock that led into the hard rock of the 80’s, a decade where we also began to dabble in electronic. Grunge, pop, r&b, rap, techno of the 90’s, and everything from every genre in between and mixed about that creates the music of the 00’s and 10’s. Each new decade of music Sarah would hum or sing a tune that she happened to know from each era, mimicking only so well the instruments, but shining when singing the lyrics of her more well known songs: Most of Frank Sinatra, Earth Angel by the Penguins, Yesterday by the Beatles, any Queen song she could sing (specifically having the most fun with Bohemian Rhapsody as she attempted, poorly, at imitating every vocal and every instrument that she could manage), finally ending it with some snippets of Green Day, Nirvana, Backstreet Boys, Beyoncé, and Bruno Mars.

    “What about you? What’s music like under the water? From what I’ve learned, sound waves travel faster and further through water than they do in the air, so when you have a concert, I’d imagine it could be heard across the entire ocean almost.”
     
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    Fireright Wild Member Member

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    Triton looked confused at her embarrassment. “Why do you cover yourself? I’m merely curious about them. I don’t know what the human kind look like.” His hand rested on her knee, feeling the joint and marveling at it internally. He continued toying with her leg, his hand moving over her thigh and around her pelvis, all the way down to her shins . He paused again at her words.

    “I do not know what any of those are.” He admitted. “ I would like to hear them though, I love music. And no, we have to hold concerts in secret caverns, otherwise the music, as you said, would carry all through the ocean, and unwelcome creatures, including humans with their advancements in radar, could pick it up. It is beautiful though. Whales able to sing in harmony, dolphins, sea drums, mermaid choirs with all the usual instruments as well. Coral horns, seashell flutes, things such as that.” He looked at her and sighed. “So, how do you travel over land? I only know boats, and how your more recent ones are powered is beyond me.”
     
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