Taster book of sorts IDK

Splish splash

I don't know why I always put a bit up here. It kinda helps me feel like I'm writing stuff, not just copying and pasting old writing.

I mean, it's my writing but I feel like it was done a while ago. Because it was.

I'm rambling. My apologies.

On with the story.

Here are a few facts.

My name is Maira. Maria Black.

I am - was - sixteen.

I am - was - engaged to the son of Lord Fletcher.

I am dead.

I was thrown overboard the great ship 'Rebels Heart' on August 18th, 1452. We were traveling from the Caribbean to England - oh, my hometown in England, how I will miss it - when a fog hit the ship. The sailors got edgy, and started casting dark looks at myself and the fellow women aboard the ship.

By night-time, the fog hadn't left and the sailors tense mood had only spread. So when we all went below deck to sleep that night, I wasn't surprised they went elsewhere.

No, what surprised me was them creeping in and taking a maiden out of her hammock.

And what made my heart sink was the loud splash that came only moments after it.

I'd heard tales of mad sailors who threw the women overboard as women should not work and should not be aboard a ship, but I never dreamed that our sailors were one of those lot.

The next lady was taken, then the next - the woman next to me. I had to move. I had to, or I would stand no chance of making it off this boat and back to England alive.

I slipped out of my bunk and took my blanket round my shoulders, then crept out the door into a side room that I knew from past exploration held the water supplies. The great barrels made comforting splashing noises when I nestled next to them and slept.

I was woken in the morning, alive and well, but with one man looming over me.

"Here she is!" He cried out, staring at me with wide, wide eyes. "The girl left on our boat! Hidin' with the water, she is!"

The cries spread among the ship. No matter how much I strugged, bit and kicked, the rough, giant hands of man were too many and too strong to over come. I was tied up, ankles, legs, arms to my side, a canon ball tied around my feet. Then I was pushed into the salty waves below.

The canon ball did it's job. I sank like a stone, thrashing and kicking, screaming and having my lungs filled with water. I died, as I said, on August 18th, 1452.

But here I am still.

Once I died, I kept sinking. And... I've only been told what happened next.

My legs - my useless, tied down legs - stopped being legs. They merged into the tail of a fish, flashy with silvery scales running up and down it. My lungs stopped requiring pure oxygen, and were able to filter out the air from ocean water. My neck slit open into gills.

Yep. That's as far as I got before I got distracted.

You can take this if you want - I don't really care. This book is just a word dump for me. 

Until next time ~