There was once an 8 year old boy named Lance. Lance loved sitting by the ocean with his family, he loved watching the tide go in and out until it was washing over him. Lance was a child of the sea. One day when he was watching the waves with his family he pulled his mother out to swim with him. Lance's mom obliged and swam out pretty far with the 8 year old. A big fish swam by Lance and brushed his foot and the Cuban freaked out. His mother was trying to comfort him and a wave splashed over her and carried her out to sea. She had a life jacket but the tide whisked her away like a leaf. Lance started bawling his eyes out and more waves engulfed his brothers and sisters. Lancestaggered onto shore and there was nobody left. He heard his mother call out for him and he watched her drift away, huddling his brothers and sisters. The little Cuban had to be with his family so he threw off his life jacket. He jumped off the nearest dock and swam as fast as he could. He could catch them. He fought with the oncoming waves and watched the fish part around him. His arms and legs ached and he found himself far from shore with his family even farther than before. His heart sunk at the fact that he was alone with the shore barely in sight with no life jacket. The waves grew and all he could do was move himself into a backfloat to be carried out to sea.
When Lance started to tread water again, it had been hours. He kept swimming in the general direction of his family and he found himself faster than ever diving beneath the waves and shooting like a torpedo through the water.
It was thirty minutes later that the young boy realized he hadn't surfaced in a while. He was surprised that his lungs weren't screaming at him when he reached the cold air. He looked up to see his family swimming towards him fast and he saw that they were all merpeople.
