Aqua Crew

Prologue

"Hmm, life sure is good here." An old dolphin merperson remarked, holding her little calves in her fins. The younger of the two had just taken his first breath of air but was still having a rough time swimming, they both had the most luscious black hair and the cutest little front teeth. As a Risso's dolphin, their olive grey skin would eventually be covered in scars, but for now they were as smooth as a bottlenose. "I promise you Paul and Mike, you will always be safe with our clan."

Hidden far from any continents or islands, the Grampus clan shared their territory with white sided and common dolphin merpeople so long as they got the most squid share. Unlike their beaked cousins, they would rather munch on soft cephalopods over scaly fish, they were easy to catch and were one a plenty in their feeding grounds. Sure they would often clash with the mighty sperm whales, but more often than not they'd leave the normal arrow squids alone for the giants of the deep. But as of lately they've been having less and less company, usually their land would be surrounded by all sorts of wildlife.

Nowadays they'd be lucky to see a single remora pass by, but they knew it couldn't have been because the land dwellers started whaling for merpeople. The old dolphin knew they had ended it after their bones and meat were no longer of value, she figured that something else must have been at play, especially when it comes to the orca tribes. They had almost disappeared from sight, one had a better chance of getting hit by lightning than to find an orca merperson passing by.

But it wasn't something the pod didn't worry about for now, not when there were two newborns to look over. The mother fed them, living off of her fat reserves while her close family kept her guarded as she went up for air or slept with her sons by her side. Up on the head of a merperson will have either one or two blowholes, that way they won't have to lift their entire face above water in order to expel the used oxygen. "But wait!" You ask. "Then how come they look like they have noses?"

Well I'm glad you asked. You see, the merfolk, or Homo-Cetecea came to be when Pakicetus and Proconsul procreated to evolve a whole new genus once the former returned to the sea. The Basilosaurus merperson was a sight to see! Not even getting into Livyatan Sapien, but this isn't a story about prehistoric creatures, it's about the Beatles as merpeople!

As you may know, Paul the Risso's Dolphin and his brother Mike grew up together in their pod, never straying far from their parents no matter what. Once they were old enough to hunt for their own squid they all migrated up north where food was more abundant, little did the older of the two know that one day his very life would turn upside down. It all started when their normal migration route was hit with an unexpected change.

"Ah! Those are the biggest sea folk I've ever seen!" Paul squeaked, hiding behind his mom.

"Hmm? Oh you don't need to worry about them, they're harmless singers. Humpbacks they call themselves, they can be quite the acrobatics, not to mention their songs can be heard from miles away. What brings them to our route?"

"Umm, can you go ask them? What if they try to eat us? They look like they could swallow one of those metal fish we see from above."

"Don't ever judge a clam by its shell Paulie, they are big but they would rather eat krill over us or the land mammals. Aw, and it looks like they have a little calf of their own. Why don't you go and say hello to them?"

"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to give it a try.."

Surfacing to take a deep breath, Paul swam up to the giant of a whale calf. "Hi.. I'm Paul."

"Heyo! I'm John!"