A Twist To A Tale

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 Without realizing it, she had been holding an eye contact with this charming stranger. She then quickly ducks her head down to hide and whistles to her sisters to indicate that they have been seen or in other words, abort the mission. As she swims back in the ocean towards her house, a million question runs through her mind. She could not help but to think about the sailor. The sailor that actually stopped her from being the violent killer that she was. A sailor that made her think twice. A sailor...A stranger that changed her.

She woke up early in the morning the next day and quickly groomed herself by brushing her crimson red hair as she wonders about the stranger that she saw last night. She shook her head and snapped out of it and made her way to the surface of the ocean. Swimming slowly, not wanting to wake everyone else up. As she got to the top, she quickly swifts herself to the shore and peeped behind a big rock. And stood there at the beach was the same person last night. He was running around with a stick in his hand and a dog was circling around his legs. The first three buttons of his shirt was undone while his pants were folded up to his ankles and his shirt was still tucked in his pants. The fresh air from the ocean was running through his thick hair. He pushes a strand of hair from his face when he turned his head around to stare at the soft waves at the shoreline. Something was clearly running around his thoughts. And he too, seemed as confused as she. As she looked at the stranger that she knew so less of, she began to question everything.