6 Recent Deviations
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The Human Fish 16Chapter 16: A Dolphin's TaleThe Human Fish 16 by uglygosling
Diane's initial response was a Mona Lisa-like smile, and for the next few seconds my mental emotions ran the gamut: relief, ecstasy, nerves, even cold feet/fins(?). Finally her smile broadened into a big grin as she hugged me as she never had before.
[Yes! Yes! Yes! Harry, I will! I love you!]
My response was equally emotional and most unVulcanlike.
[Thank you Di, thank you!] I think if we had been at the surface I would have shed some tears of joy. Perhaps she would have too. From our accidental beginnings as a couple we now were finding it ever more difficult to picture our lives without the other, or the joy we seemed to draw from each other.
Eventually we did come back down to Earth, and wondered if we should tell the others now or wait for tomorrow morning. A quick look around the hold answered that question for us; everyone else already was sound asleep, and then Diane looked down at her belly.
[I think they a
The Human Fish 15Chapter 15: Janice, and Question TimeThe Human Fish 15 by uglygosling
Janice joined us at the Mersey on Thurday afternoon. I had been sending her regular updates on our plans for this trip, and she eventually became fascinated enough to scrap her previous plans for a springtime Bahamas trip and decide instead to join us here for about a week. The R.B.O.S. was happy to have her be part of our team for the duration, and picked her up at the nearest island with an airport and ferried her out to us.
We were favorably impressed with the progress Janice had made learning sign. Though she was not yet as fluent as the rest of us Mers, and we therefor did much of our 'talking' that first day via my contact telepathy, we were pleased with her lack of a 'land' accent. When someone mentioned that, she replied she thought her fully webbed fingers were an important reason.
[I couldn't do some of the standard signs. My instructor and I were able to get in touch with Paul, his advice has been a great help, for b
The Human Fish 14Chapter 14: Interviews, Bubble Bath Stories, and a Vulcan Issue.The Human Fish 14 by uglygosling
There was plenty of work awaiting us when we went back to work on Monday. Two nights worth of coral polyps ensnared in fine mesh nets greeted us when we swam forth to resume our harvesting and planting. The netting we used was not only very fine, somewhat like a screen window but much less sturdy, but also sticky so any plant seeds which drifted against it were going to stay there until we removed them. It was not so sticky though, that even the smallest fish might get stuck should they brush up against it. At most they MIGHT need to swish their tails just a bit harder, to get away.
Due to the fragility of many of the corals forming the reefs, we Mers would need to be careful, like our flipper-wearing air-only breathing counterparts. Though our tailfins are softer, our tails are powerful enough we could still easily do damage if we got careless. While some coral polyps and seeds were sturdy, others were quit
The Human Fish 13Chapter 13: A Little Mer HolidayThe Human Fish 13 by uglygosling
We seven Mers met up again at the barge that was our current home/office/place of refuge about an hour prior to sundown, as we had agreed at the outset. We foraged for supper together, then went back inside for the night. As part of our now established evening routine, we checked the computer for incoming messages and the current readings on the instruments for water temperature, current speed, and so forth. Once we finished sending out messages of our own to the Sutherland and our surface contacts, some of us sent out personal messages to family and friends. Natalie, for example, emailed some photos of herself at work, she had asked Diane to take some on her camera.
Diane for her part sent a couple pictures of herself to her sister which highlighted her bulging belly. She was about halfway through her pregnancy, but thanks to her twins she already was nearly as big as Ana, who was now almost six months along. The two pregnant mermaids als
Guardian of the SeaGuardian of the Sea by Aprilsweets
Stars of the deep blue sea
The stars. They always shine so bright in the darkness of the deep blue sky. Deep blue like the ocean after the sun has gone down. We have lived for over many years and yet why are we afraid of the deep blue sea? Is it the nut that hunt us? The creatures who move the nets ? Or is it the fear of death? The rock feel cold and wet against my light tan skin, my long dark blue curly, wet hair in my face, the little waves of high tide splashing agains my lower part of my dark green, scaley, fin. My greeneyes staring at the little worlds in the sky. What am I to you? A mermaid? A fish? Food? treasure? I just wish to know, why do you hunt us?
"Are you going to stay out here all night or am I going to have to drag you down?" I sign sitting up seeing Draven with his arms crossed. "Because don't think I won't." His dark black hair shines in the moon light, his deep dark eyes staring at me, muscles from all the years of working out and train
Song of the DeepThe night was cold and the wind howled like a beast in distress as its invisible essence danced over the flow of the land. The boy walked against its breath carrying a ragged cloth filled with morsels.Song of the Deep by Agacora
He could smell the salt in the air and feel the push and pull of the eternal tide drawing him in.
Above not a single star was seen and below was the ever crashing waves; where they lead he did not now.
Why exactly he had run off to the shoreline in the dead of night with scraps from the night's dinner evaded the boy as he crouched behind a clump of sea grass to banish the cold from his arms.
There was the tugging again as the tide swelled. It was as if the sea itself was whispering to him, calling him, to sink into it's vast depths. And now he was certain he could hear a faint song despite the crashing of the waves. It's tune wash soft and comforting, like a lullaby, and made him want to fall into a deep, deep, sleep. Maybe this was all a dream.
He examined the crude bag's c
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