The Curse

ten

Wilbur's POV

learning how to walk was one of those things that would seem so easy, but it's not. The legs that are on these.. people are much more difficult to understand and merhandle than our tails. That might also be because sense I was born I was forced into swimming, and I'm learning how to walk as a tall humanoid creature, standing fairly tall compared to the sides of this machine. There was so many things that you can feel and learn how to move, that my fave and chest must be bruised from the hard material and my skin slapping against it with every trip and fall I had.

I don't think these cloths that Schaltt gave me did well for the learning how to walk propaganda. They were really big, at least on me. For me, it was like wearing my father's kelp cutting belt, while for him it.would be like brass for my mother. Useless by how tight they were. I mean, he had more meat on his thighs. They were much bigger--thicker than my own. Each hair was noticeable and coated his leg with this dark tint, and in all seriousness, they wernt even that bad to feel and touch either. It had a soft yet rough feel to them.

"Is walking really that difficult?"

My knees buckled together and I fell right into the side of the boat. This time, instead of using my belly and chest as padding for my heavy, bony body, I used my hands to brace. I looked down at my reflection being distorted by the light ripples in thr water from the movements I created.

"Oh shut up I'm sure you walked around shittimg yourself as a flicking child." I shot my head up to glare at the boy, that went stiff, hands raised.

"Jesus okay. Fucks sake calm down. We've been out here for an hour and you're still buckling up."

He hasn't been able to understand the slightest thing that I've spoken, so having an actual response to my version of English was terrifying to say the least. Confusing at the most. Why was that? Was it like when I was a child and during a lot of my temper tantrums I would actually blurt out words? Or maybe he was just doing a reaction to me and the anger I spilled. I'm an idiot.

"You can understand me?"

The man shrugged, and brought his hand up to wave it back and forth. So, he could understand a little bit. That answers the hesitancy whenever he talks to me. I throw myself back up, and surprisingly I don't fall. My feet and legs are actually working for me. But the third in the middle was difficult with how my times I'll fall and trush whatever sits beneath. It hurts.

"Look, William. Can you help me out with something?"

I rose an eyebrow at his request. I bit my lip and probably seemed more angry than anything else. He shivered and looked out at the water, causing the machine to tilt in the slightest. The slightest movement causing me to just lose balance and topple right over the edge. There was a large splash, but really it was quick before I got my tail back and I was returned to the warmth and comfort of the water under me. I sunk to let water wet my gills as he co tinted to speak.

"Shit.. my fucking clothes.."

He reached down and picked up some of the wet, and much smaller peices of cloth. I guess the transformation and inhuman attributes I carry ripped the clothing I was in. Really, it was only his shorts, so it shouldn't matter anyways, Right?

"Look, William. Can you help me find some fish? I know you're a fish or whatever but it's my job and reeling brings me money. And, I can't find any. Come on, I'll help you back up."

His arms lowered and spread, into probably the warmest and sweetest embrace ice ever been invited to in my life. His arms were so big they could just.. wrap around me probably twice. They were so muscular and the hair was thick there.. He was using me for work, ans hopefully I won't have a knife slide down the center of my throat.

I raise my arms, and wrap them around the boy's neck. and just as I expected, his arms were warm fkr the cold weather. But I felt him tense, and grow strong from what the chub can appear as. Swiftly and slowly, he pulled me out of the water. It was beautiful, really.. He lifted me as I'd I was nothing.. but let the shimmering of my scales reflect and cast off the beautiful colour that represented me, and maybe a little bit of this boy.

Gold.

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𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒,
'𝐵𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑑𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛'𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑙.
𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠, 𝑎 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑤,
𝐺𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜𝑜.

𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑖𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘,
𝐿𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑘𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑘.
𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠, 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑,
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑒'𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑.

𝑂𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡'𝑠 𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑚,
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙, 𝑎 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚.
𝐴 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠, 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦,
𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑦.

𝑇𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑠, 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛,
𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑑'𝑠 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛.
𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑡, 𝑛𝑜 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘,
𝐴 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑑'𝑠 𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡, 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑙,
𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙.
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑑𝑔𝑒, 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘,
𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑔𝑜 𝑏𝑦, 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠' 𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑒.

𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑖𝑛'𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑠, 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑑,
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑑.
𝑁𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑦, 𝑛𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑒,
𝑂𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑,𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑎.

𝑆𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑒,
𝐾𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑙𝑒𝑡 '𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑒.
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠, 𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒,
𝐴 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒.