Mick drops a coil of rope into the inflatable raft floating alongside his boat.
The beach isn't far. He can row to land. The mermaids have to be somewhere near.
He steps over the edge and lowers himself in the boat.
Before he leaves, he glances at his brother. He propped him up, gave him a water bottle and a note explaining where he was.
Mick positions himself in the little boat and grabs the plastic oar. He rows forward.
The closer he gets, the more he thinks he recognizes the homes at the end of the beach. His daughter had him drop her off there many a time.
The kids. Julie and Luca. It's their houses.
They were involved with the mermaids. That has to be where they're hiding. He smiles, proud of himself for having figured it out.
His rowing speed increases in anticipation. He'll be there in five minutes.
Just then, something rams into the side of his little raft.
Mick freezes, then turns his head to the side of the jolt. Copper scales flash under the water's surface.
The boat jars again.
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Beached
FantasyWhen a girl swims out to sea to rescue a figure in distress, she quickly realizes that the reason as to why he was in distress was quite different from the reason she had in mind. He wasn't drowning. Julia finds herself tethered to the mysterious st...
