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The Human Fish 9Chapter 9: The Mer Siblings, And A Meeting With The ParentsThe Human Fish 9 by uglygosling
Stephanie's second night at the Sutherland Express was not to pass without interruption. It was after midnight, everyone had long since turned in for the night, when we were jolted awake by a loud crash directly overhead, followed by a softer thud to the side.
Needless to say, everyone was thinking 'What the Hell was that?' or words to that effect. Some Mers swam up to the netted opening in the roof of the hold, but could see nothing from there. Other Mers including me swarmed up the funnel opening into the open ocean to investigate, despite the risk of attack from foraging sharks.
It didn't take long to find the cause of our interrupted slumber. A single engine plane was found near the bow,upside down and with one wing broken off. Several mermaids swam up to look inside, and were horrified to find four peoplw within the aircraft's cabin. Out of desperation, and with no time to get the victims to the surfa
The Human Fish 8Chapter 8: And Then There Were SixThe Human Fish 8 by uglygosling
Even before I broke surface Stephanie was reaching for me, the moment she touched my head so she could relay her thoughts she sounded truly scared.
[I can't breathe!] she thought.
The moment I did surface and opened my eyes I saw she looked just as scared too, it was evident she did not yet realize what had just happened to her. A momentary glimpse was enough to tell me what had happened, and what I needed to do. Ducking back under, I yanked on her arm, causing her to lose her balance and fall into the water. A dense cloud of bubbles immediately hid her from view, and had me wondering for a few seconds what might now be happening. When the bubbles cleared I took Stephanie by the forearm and asked [How do you feel now?]
[Much better, thank you!]
[You're welcome!] I answered with a smile.
[As soon as the mind meld ended, I suddenly felt like I was suffocating, and I got so scared...]
[You sounded scared,
The Human Fish 7Chapter 7: A Vader's taleThe Human Fish 7 by uglygosling
We didn't talk much for a while after supper, instead we found ourselves reflecting on the fates of Brooke's parents and the Baby Sisters. As drastic as our own changes were, we also appreciated we were perhaps among the more fortunate survivors.
"How do you manage to keep going as you have?" Diane finally asked Brooke.
"It has been a tough few months, but I think they would have wanted me to carry on as they have" she answered before murmmering a quiet prayer. "Two of the things most important to them was seeing me be happy, and church. Every day I say a prayer for them."
I have never been a regular churchgoer, but I could appreciate her thinking. Besides my brother Steve and his family, many of my friends also regularly attend church.
Brooke in turn appreciated the Flying Penguins refusal to take roleplaying TOO seriously, although portraying Vulcans would have been a decided change of pace for us, and a very different fate
The Human Fish 6Chapter 6: The Woman in the Bubble, and the Baby SistersThe Human Fish 6 by uglygosling
Many of us Mers had adapted to our changes and forged new lives so well we sometimes forget how devastaing the Change was for so many other conventioneers, not just the reluctant Darth Vaders. When Diane and I landed back in Orlando two days later and picked up my car, which Marlon had left at the airport for us, we had a day to kill before my appointment with Stephanie. Janice had earlier told us she would be out of state on business (the client was not put off by her change into a mermaid at all), and Marlon would be away as well. Debbie though, was in town and accepted our invitation to spend the day with us. Half an hour after leaving the airport, we arrived at the home of the friend where she had been staying. Brooke, the friend, was now a green-skinned twi'lek and was wearing a yellow dress with short puffy sleeves, an abundance of ruffles around the neck, and a short flouncy skirt that stuck almost straight out than
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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