Hook, Line & Sinking (Completed)

7: The Swim

First off thank you everyone for voting! We hit 50! Woohoo! :-D

Second, my clumsy ass managed to accidentally stab herself under the nail with a freaking fork of all things... My thumb now hurts when I type so you all better appreciate how I still finished this chapter despite the pain when pressing the space bar.

(Okay I'm exaggerating xD It hurts but I can use the other thumb obviously.)

Much love,

Robin

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The Swim

However the next day I firmly put both of the McLaren's out of my mind and Mitch too for good measure. Though I had no phone, I usually communicated with my dad via email anyway and I had not heard anything from him via that route. If he was coming home this weekend, he certainly hadn't let me know.

I'd dressed in a bikini top, cover up and a wraparound skirt over my sandals, no panties which had me feeling super awkward. Since a test, predictably, last night had proven that getting wet with clothes on caused panties, shoes and pants to shred when my legs went from human to fishtail.

After breakfast I collected my towel and prepared to head out but paused in the den for a moment to check if anything needed to be tidied after yesterday. It was then I noticed my phone, casually lying on the coffee table as if I'd left it there myself. I stared, for a moment thinking I was imagining it but no that was really my phone.

Which could only mean that either Dev or Matt had gone to that cave and picked it up for me. But why leave it like that without saying anything? Was it because they didn't want to mention having been there?

When I grabbed it I saw that it still had battery, which meant it had been charged since I'd last seen it. It was dry, not sandy at all and seemed exactly the same as when I'd been forced to abandon it. However when I unlocked it and checked my history and such to see if anyone had used it I noticed a phone number had been added. There was no name to recognize it by, just a smiley face typed with symbols. I thought it could only be Matt who'd have done that...

Disconcerted just a little I left the phone on the coffee table where I found it while I headed outside. But any thoughts on how Matt could have gotten my phone out of that cave and why he hadn't mentioned it when he'd left it here last night fled my mind when I walked to the beach. Instead I felt my nerves tingle and excitement race through me. This time I had all day to test my swimming skills.

From our backyard there was a path to the dunes and onto the beach and just a five minute walk brought me to a relatively sheltered cove. With no one in sight I quickly stripped to my bikini top but hesitated over taking off the wrap skirt before I'd changed into a mermaid. When looking all around me assured me no one was in sight I shrugged out of that too and stashed it with my other clothes in a crevice behind the rocks. Giving myself no time to hesitate I ran into the water and dove under, letting the transformation take me fully submerged in the waves.

The wrenching shook my body but once it took hold I felt powerful. A strong sweep of my tail and I was propelled through the water at a speed I could never have managed with flippers and two legs. My eyes too worked much better underwater than they had before, allowing me to see far and deep all around me.

The next hours I spend exploring the nearby reefs and gullies in the strip of water near my home. Exploring also my ability to swim and maneuver in the water, the speeds I could reach was a lot of fun. But when I realized people were starting to appear on the beach I made an impulsive decision; I set out for Sharkfell Island.