01: Change

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'Come on, Katie! We can't be out here!'

'Oh, it'll be fine,' she hummed, her voice a telepathic thought radiating out toward her friend. Webbed hands picked up the fallen pieces of old hardware in a sunken ship and placed them into the floating bag slung around her shoulders. She'd have to look at these more in-depth when she got to a safe place.

'For Poseidon's sake, I'm out of here!'

Katie didn't bother looking back to see her friend disappear and leave her behind in the wreckage. Instead, she grinned when she picked up what looked to be a necklace buried underneath a small box. It was undamaged and seemed durable with its black cord with shells decorating it. On the end was a small pendant that was similar in shape with a diamond, but smoothed and rounded on the sides. It was what she had learned that humans had called a surfboard. The surfboard had a red design of what she knew to be a lion, but having never seen one before. Donning the accessory, she explored the rest of the boat until she had her fill of exploring and left.

Glancing up at the surface, she realized it was about that time that she would see the humans out and about. Swimming up topside, she broke the water's surface slowly and positioned herself right by the rocky cliff terrain underneath the boards of wood that they called a pier. And then she waited for them. Right on cue about a half hour later, the humans came out on their boards to begin their day.

There were three whom she often watched, enjoying their sense of camaraderie that she felt she lacked in the ocean when her folk was too afraid of even conversing with her when she had once expressed her interest in humans. They had viewed humans as despicable creatures and could care less for them. While she agreed that humans were terrible for their lack of care for the ocean and the inhabitants, her observations of these three had proven that they had the potential to be different. There was a sense of belonging, care, and respect when she heard the three of them talk, knowing more about them than they would ever know about her.

Sometimes, the three were joined by a fourth much older male that had a scar across the bridge of his nose and face. He was distinct because she had remembered the faint glimmer of kindness in his eyes that were like her brother, Matt. In a way, she thought that this person and her brother could become the best of friends if they had the opportunity to meet one another.

After setting her bag somewhere safe down below, she swam up and peeked out just over the surface of the water. She tilted her head to see the much darker skin colored male talk over the calm tides to a bigger male wearing a black suit with yellow accents and a fairer male that wore a black suit with red ones covering much of his skin. "Hunk, we've been over this: you don't mix food and surfing together, ever." His hands swiped horizontally as if he was cutting something with both his hands. His expression was a cross between disbelief and frustration.

Hunk pouted and then looked defiant. "Oh well, I have and I'll be abiding by that thirty-minute rule while you guys just take those waves and I'll watch from here... in peace, thank you very much. Now shoo." His fingers gesture them away.

"Hunk, that defeats the point of us asking you to join us out here," the fair-skinned male said. His dark hair was slick and longer than the others and Katie watched his hands run through his hair to keep it out of his face. He was one that seemed familiar, but she wasn't entirely sure why that was the case.

The one named Hunk—one she was quite fond of herself—said with a lift of his chin and crossing his arms, "Well, I can be the judge at this distance so you guys go and enjoy yourselves and fight each other like normal. It's weird having you guys both gang up on me." He shuddered.

The lankier, but lean short-brown haired male laughed, slapping his hand on Hunk's back. Katie had long since figured out his name was Lance and was the best swimmer of the group. He looked like he was crying with how much he was laughing. Idly, she wondered what it was like to cry.

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