Song of the Sea

Ship and Family Trouble

"Why are you here?!" My sister says.

I mutter under my breath, "Nice to sea you too..."

She swims up to me and hugs me, then eyes Henry up and down.

"And who's this?" Ali says in an interested voice.

"You have a husband." I hiss. "His name is Henry and... I sorta... turned him into a Siren a couple days ago...so yeah..."

She squeaks.

Henry waves at her shyly.

"Henry, this is my older sister Almeta-"

"You can call me Ali, though."

I growl. "And she's very annoying."

She drags us inside, to which we find her husband, human turned into a Siren.

I explain the whole situation to them, and they just glance at each other.

"Well," Ali starts. She pauses, looking at her husband, Damien. "We had it easier, since Damien didn't want to live his life anymore. We got caught, but I explained to King Poseidon in court that in the Law of Poseidon, it clearly states that a human cannot be transformed with the exception of that they are done living their life."

Damien asks Henry, "Were you done living your life? I can tell if you're lying."

Henry shakes his head and all three of us groan.

"Myra," Ali says, turning to me, "Myra this is bad. This is really bad. You're lucky you and Henry are here, because the kingdom is nearest to you. If the king would've found out ...."

I put my head in my hands. "God dammit," I mutter. "I didn't know what I was getting into."

At around nine o'clock, Damien and Ali set up a bed for me and Henry. Ali can see the look on my face.

"Is sharing a bed going to be okay? We really don't have anything else."

Henry looks at me. "Yeah it's fine." I say awkwardly.

I lay my head on the surprising comfortable pillow, and my sister and brother-in-law go to their bedroom. I take out my braid and let my hair float around.

"Myra!"

I jump and turn to Henry quickly. He's freaking out.

"Myra, my Mark is gone, I swear it was there this morn-"

I start laughing. "They move. They just prefer one spot on your body for the most part. I think mine is on my back right now, see?"

I flip back away from him and lift up my hair. I feel his finger brush against my skin. I tell my Mark, It's fine, I'm allowing him to do that. Don't bite him.

His gentle touch gives me goosebumps, and I secretly wish that he doesn't stop. He moves my hair, which give me chills. Why is my body doing this? His finger slides across my skin, moving with the Great White. My Mark swims back to my collarbone, and I hear Henry turn on his back. I turn to him.

"See. Your Mark is on your stomach. I gently poke it. He looks down at it.

I look at his perfectly sculpted face. My hair floats over my face. He brushes it out of the way, but it just floats back over.

"See, this is why I usually don't let it out of it's braid."

Henry laughs. "I like it down. It looks even prettier."

I feel my face go hot, but luckily my hair covers it. I turn back over, because this is awkward. His finger is back on my back, but my Mark isn't there. He just traces patterns all around.