{1st moon}
I keep trying to push the thought of a survivor out of my mind. My thoughts pile with endless possibilities. I stuff what I can into my ripped sack, I carry the knife in between my teeth. What if they are starving? What if they need water? What if there's no one there at all? Or worse what if they're already dead? I think of the whistle, that was no horn or boat for that matter. I swim into open water with the sudden urge to swim towards the wreckage. The sun is still in the sky, I still have time. What do I do? I keep swimming towards the small cove, I think of the man I met hundreds of years ago. What if they are kind like him? However the thought of being manipulated by this human creeps right after my fantasy. I swim down and up under the cove. I poke my head above the water and I immediately listen for the whistle; but there's no sound for a long time. I sit on my smooth rock eating the last scallops. My chest begins to fill with disappointment. I am foolish to think there would be a survivor. I pop the last scallop into my mouth, maybe I should clean out the other fish for the girls. They hated my knife until I showed them I can remove the bone from the fish making it easier to eat. Yumi's voice repeats in my head,"I don't wanna eat like no human!" She protested at first but Raeli was able to persuade her otherwise. I begin by cutting off the heads of the fish then gently carving their eyes out. Sanna loves the fish eyes. I put those to the side and continue to the "fillet" which is what the man called it. I smile at the thought of his smile, it fades from my memory each time I think about it. I keep cutting out all the bones and move to the tails; which are Lani's favorite. I keep cutting moving on to the next fish, I hear it again. I whip my body around, startled. I stare at the skylight and chills run down my spine. "What do I do?" I say softly. Again it rings through the cave. The sun is still up, I know I still have more time. I look down at the organized fish parts in front of me and think. I jump back into the water and swim down and up back to open water. What am I doing? I know I shouldn't but my curiosity is killing me. My heart is pounding as I swim fast to the wreckage. The water is darker than before but there is plenty of time to come back.
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From the Islands
FantasíaKika is a mermaid who has migrated from the Gulf of Mexico to the Carribean sea, where she has joined a tribe of Carribean mermaids.
