A siren's honor

Chapter 1 Fish out of Water

I swim along the shallows, wondering the waters like I always do when I'm bored. My green scales shimmer under the light of the sun filtered through the water. My long brown hair has blonde streaks that almost glow in the light. My fins are a mix of bright pink, deep magenta, and a royal purple. My eyes are the same. I swim in fluid movements, and my hair flows with the current. My arms are tucked neatly at my sides and my eyes stare at nothing in front of me. I am deep in thought.

Yet again I find myself wondering why I am the way I am. Why I am cursed to live a life without ever knowing what true love really is.

One might think that I could have experienced love from my family. Well that's nonsense. My mother only saw me as a trophy of sorts. I way to prove that she had successfully seduced and made love with a human. My siblings simply saw me as compitition for food and eventually, for lovers. Just as well that I fled them the first chance I got. How long ago was that anyway? A month? A year? A decade? I'm not sure...

As I spend time pondering this, I don't notice the fishing baots coming up on ether side of me they can't see much of me but they catch glimpses of my tail. Mistaking it for that of a large fish, they throw down their nets.

I don't even realize the danger I'm in until I'm hopelessly tangled in the webs of rope. I can feel tugs as they start to pull on the nets. I'm heavier than most fish so for a fleeting moment I hope that I will be too heavy for them to pull above. I am wrong. I feel myself break the water held upside down by the nets. I hear the sailors exclaim in shock and some ever drop their hold On the nets... only to grab back on and pull all the harder moments later.

I am dropped on the hard substance of the deck as they finally pull me over the side and onto the ship. I lay on my stomach and pant hard. I've never been fully out of the water for this long before. Sometimes I would lay on rocks but even then the waves kept me wet. I can feel my scales and skin begin to dry from the sunlight beating down on me. It's official, I am a fish out of water.