I Loved The Boy In The Sea

I'd recognize that mullet anywhere

Lance's POV:

Lance floated just above the sea floor, letting stray seaweed curl around his fingertips. He frowned a little at the textured sand, tempted to throw another rock at a ship that floated above the waters.

His boredom grew by the second.

Normally Lance would spend his time floating in between ongoing waves to spy on surfers as they'd wipe out every and then, or swim along the currents. Sometimes he'd float so close to the surface, he'd get a glimpse of the world beyond the water. Yet every time he'd try to reach up and grab at it, the world on land would still be so far from his reach.

Water and land do not mix.

Yet that didn't stop him from trying.

Lance was the water. He'd control the waves, the twists and turns of the currents, the ocean itself. He didn't know how he'd end up in this position, how his body and skin was see-through, when it felt like it was only yesterday he was able to walk on land.

Lance woke up one day, and knew that he was one with the sea.

It was weird. Obviously. And he can't just go up to anyone out of the blue, as in, he can't just try to speak with a living human being. They'd freak out or run screaming, as Lance could've imagine. He never tried to, since he knows it wouldn't end well.

"Well, this is boring," Lance sighed, turning over a seashell with his nose. "Maybe I'll go scare the living shit out of the old geezer who keeps dumping his beer cans in the ocean. It's fine. He's close to death anyway."

Lance got up, and did a little twirl, admiring how no bubbles puckered up around him as he did so. He could swim as fast as he wanted, didn't need to hold his breath, and could go anywhere where there was water. Technically, any water. If Lance really wanted, he could swim in a glass cup or a water bottle. He got really bored once and dared himself to see if he could try. And it worked. He couldn't stay for long though, since it would be bad if someone opened their water bottle to find a mini Lance in it.

He heard everything that happened in the ocean. He could teleport into any part he wanted to. He was invisible to anyone if he wanted to not be seen, but could be visible to all if he wanted to.

"I spy with my little eye... something made out of wood," Lance sang to himself as he drew nearer and nearer to the dock, swimming right underneath it. "God, this thing's in HORRIBLE condition."

Lance knocked on the poorly made wood, snickering as his hand didn't make a sharp knocking sound, but instead just squished into the wood. After all, his hands would need to be a solid in order to actually touch it.

The old man had a boat tied up to the dock, and usually came by in the morning on Sundays to drink beer and listen to awful country music on full volume. So when he'd throw those bloody beer cans into the ocean, Lance made a plan to throw them right back. Five points if you hit his body, Fifty points if you get his head. Lance chuckled, rubbing his hands together in petty amusement of harassing a senior.

He tuned around, but had to do a double take. "HOLY MOLY! Is that a flipping CRUISE?"

Lance blinked, finally recognizing the existence of a huge, bulky, very fancy looking  cruise that was right at the final edge of the dock, being very large compared to all the other boats that were there. Lance was tempted to swim over to inspect some more-

"YOU TRICKED ME YOU FUCKING SON OF BITCH-"

Lance nearly jumped out of his skin as the loud, piercing sound of a very angry voice rattled in the air. Someone was NOT happy. Lance could feel his heart pound loud in his chest, a shiver rolled down his spine. This person was nearby. Why was this person so mad?