Broken Tides

Chapter Twenty

I nodded off for most of the flight, waking up when the turbulence cause the plane to rumble. I guess most of the other passengers experienced about the same, a similar groan heard throughout the seating area.

After landing, we scrambled to get out of the airport; finding ourselves on the otherside of the country in a completely different environment.

Our little fishing town was quiet and grey. Most houses were beige, white, or your average blue suburban, and our beaches were more rocky than sandy. We didn't have palm trees or colorful buildings, we had plain brick buildings and lots of pine and maple type trees. People didn't dress up usually, they all looked about the same; but here, I noticed, it seemed easy for me and Dee to hide in a crowd.

We made it to the hotel, thanking our driver, to find a cute, quaint looking inn. The lady at the front giving us the keys and directing us to the room.

"You rented a beach condo?" Dee remarked.

"Trust me, it was the cheapest option."

Dee cocked his eyebrow at me as he wandered through the small place. "Check this bed out."

I did. It was super plush, and as soon as I laid down on it I realized not only how achey I was, but just how relaxed I felt suddenly.

The kitchenette was visible from the room -most of the condo was, actually- it had a little fridge and a stove top, and a little bar counter with two stools.

The living room area was nice and cozy too, a small tv, a love seat and some other simple beachy furnishings.

From Dee's explaination the bathroom was equally as quaint.

After putting our stuff into the dresser we found ourselves on the couch browsing take-out options. Eventually we settled on tacos, I got shrimp tacos and Dee got probably the fanciest quesadilla I've ever seen.

It was late, and both of us were tired; while whe had a lot ahead of us both, we both needed a break after the chaos from earlier in the day.

After the food arrived and we ate, we sat on the bed, thankful for the TV infront of us. We curled up to whatever movie was playing that night, Dee's head resting on my chest.

It was such a domesticated sensation that I was not so accustomed too, but it was comforting. After a while, I found myself wrapping my arms around him, placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

As I drifted off to sleep he shifted his face to mine; placing a gentle and loving kiss on my lips. It was the best way I think I've ever fallen asleep.

We woke up early in the morning. The sky a light lilac that faded into a vibrant orange as it touched the sun. I changed out of my clothes into a pair of swim trunks, and Dee did the same, slipping on a pair of sandals and handing me mine.

He also equipped himself with a bag, the bag had a few snacks wrapped in sealed bags, a laminated map and compass, and enough room to hold our clothes-soon to be abandoned as we headed out, locking the door behind us.

We managed to scramble down to the peir close by; Dee's arm laced under mine, supporting me. I had gotten better at walking, sure, but a little support never hurt. Eventually we made our way to the edge, sitting down. Dispite the town-while small-being pretty busy, the pier was empty. Dee dived in first, slipping off his shorts and slippimg them in his bag, his shiny green and blue scales lightly shinning under the waters surface. I followed suit, but waited before taking off my own trunks, still new to fusing my legs together.

He took my shorts and put them in his bag. "Now,-" he looked at me, a few last minute notes before we headed off "we can't talk underwater, obviously. And until we reach the drop- you'll know when we get there- we shouldn't surface. There doesn't seem to be anyone out surfing or boating, but we still dont want to take that chance, so anything before we go?"