Ideas and Rejects

G/t Idea: Big Blanco

A/N: Yet another G/t scenario I found intriguing enough to write about. (Literally spent the better half of a 7 hr car ride typing this up) It seems to me if there were giants in the world a water dwelling merman as big as a whale would be the most biologically believable. Plus it's just fun/neat as hell to consider. So here's a "fish story". Slight warning of naughty language and "vorish" themes.

"YOU thievin' son of a bitch!" Horatio bellowed when he pulled up his fishing nets only to discover they were practically empty.

Seconds before they were glimmering with the struggling flashes of trapped fish. In fact, it would've set Horatio up to quit for the day. But the powerful tug that keeled his boat almost on its side and the immense flash of white scales beneath the water left little doubt he'd been robbed by Big Blanco.

Horatio was an old, lifetime fisherman. He was a widower since his wife passed away ten years ago and he was over sixty. He had a bushy gray beard that covered most of his neck and face. He always wore a tired old rain slicker that probably should've been retired a decade ago and green waders with red suspenders. Horatio was old but strong, tempered by seasons of working on the sea. A fat cigar was usually stuck in his weathered old mouth, puffing like a coal train as he sat or worked. And his signature red beanie kept his balding head warm. If anyone needed to find Horatio, they could spot that loud red stocking cap miles away. His face, though bearded, was rough, wrinkled, and weathered from decades on the sea, like an old brown leather belt. He was as rough as he was crotchety; a salty old crab ready to pinch any who dared to harass him.

And today Big Blanco had hit a nerve.

Horatio kicked at his net hoisted up onto his modest fishing vessel in anger, shaking his fist at the sea, "You big white piece of shit! Go catch your own gods damned fish!"

"Grandpa? Was it Big Blanco? Where?" Horatio's grandson Jackson of nineteen appeared from under the helm cover.

Jackson had taken on the job of being a deckhand for his grandpa for three years of his life. He was a lean but strong young man with dark hair and brown eyes. In the three years he'd helped his grandpa he had only seen Big Blanco a couple times. It always excited the young man.

Horatio, not so much.

As if to mock the old man, the enormous white scales arched out of the water a few hundred yards away followed by the distinct flash of a tail bigger than Horatio's boat. It slapped the water with a mighty [WHAP!], sending a wave to rock Horatio's boat.

"Oh WOW! Look at that!" Jackson crowed, hanging on.

"Thievin' bastard!" Horatio cussed, chucking a random boot he'd hauled earlier out into the water.

Big Blanco was neither fish nor whale. He was a leviathan class merman well over one hundred fifty feet long with a pearlescent white scaled tail and light blue skin. His eyes were silvery to blue and would sometimes flash in the dark ocean. Bioluminescent lights covered his sides and fins in precise patterns so when he swam at night, he looked like some sort of alien spacecraft. Though he appeared to have long white hair, it was truly closer to the fluffy tentacles of a jellyfish or the tentacles of an anemone as it swirled about his human-like face. It was very rare to see the merman's face, but those who had claimed to see it described him as "the prettiest fish man" they'd ever seen.

Big Blanco was a legend to most in Horatio's village of Vestin, but a real one. Long ago he was thought to be a god of some sort but now he was more of a celebrity to be seen on the occasion by a lucky few. (Horatio didn't consider it lucky to see Big Blanco.)

Big Blanco was mostly peaceful and would loiter in the cove that bordered the village at different times of the year. (It was suspected he lived in the deep, dark ocean miles away.) But he had a habit of stealing the catches of the fisherman of Vestin or sometimes would play with the boats that crossed his path. He'd never sunk any, but he'd give the passengers and sailors a thrill when he pushed them around. But it was somewhat rare.