第一章
LEGEND HAS IT, jeon's a father of pearl. knew not of humans, but water. made for the, no, — his sea. born from moonlight sonata's ocean, that boy. he, who was a slave to the sea. and god, did he sing for his master. home to seashells, castles of sand, the likes.
summer of 1987, was it? very well, then remember, how sad this little town became. washed of blue, the man of lover's moon. spoke to him as a child of luna, crescent eyes and dark side. for sickness and health, pale of a common fever, there was a coughing patient by the name of jeongguk — himself drowned at a sea of troubles.
here at the coast, tales told of a sailor dying for a scaled tail of fish. sure, worse things happen out at sea, the people say; but isle fever tells him he is with a woman, a mermaid and her prince eric. deep into the depths below, it seems to know of an islander like her. so a son of the navy comes from inland, dives in, and waits.
the pacific hasn't told, not a single clue out of the evidence it holds in the buried treasures from shipwrecks long ago, no confessions of a windowed maiden and her rage–waved husband back then. no message of survival — not since jeon has been here. perhaps for her sake. perhaps for his sanity.
but the boy made from sea foam swims. sunburned, he mistakes the past with a lullaby. shell eroded by salt and weathered down to nothing but a sand. sailor likes to hold his breath. but again, weak was he as oceania tried to take back what was theirs. high tide ashore as it continues like a disease. heated, he was, yet,
he sings again.
again and again, until the summer of 1987. that voice, those words. when there is hope, there are trials. it comes for him through the beach. wind carries it to the conch of his ears. he hears it, too. jeongguk, 18 going 19, swims.
falls out in the blue where she waits. if he could only survive in that tsunami. that great wave of jeon. flooded, sirens beneath the surface draw the male in with their looks, wicked sharp teeth curved into a smile and webbed fingers beckoning sinking males closer. but back to the shore, it is an old tune only his mother knew. but he's in too deep to hear this time.
oh how poseidon sighed. for his son was salt of earth. sea salt. prince of neptune had cried with tide of he. but then, the seas bring him a boat,
and, a boy.
