⎈Chapter 11: Already taken

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The waves brushed over our feet as we slowly made our way into the water. Nene's face was cold and she glared out at the waves, and Sab seemed to be shaking. I gulped and looked back towards the waters, we would get this done and then I would go home and shove a tub of ice cream into my face.

The waters carried us further and further, and soon a boat loomed above us. Nene flicked her tail, her face grim.

"Let's get this over with," she grunted before taking off toward the ship.

The pitter-patter of the rain is swallowed up by the ocean's deep water. A shiver runs down my spine. It's starting.

Sab and I swim towards Nene woefully. We know all too well what was coming next. From the depths, I can see Nene's tail stroke the water. Her head was already out of the water assessing the boat, it wasn't a large one but you could tell it was older.

Nene was always the starter, she knew Sab and I would hesitate and hesitation only caused more trouble.

"Ohhhh come see the marvels of the sea, come meet the vibrant queen to be... an alluring utterance or appeal... If only you could touch what we can feel..." Nene continued on and Sab and I joined reluctantly. Our voices combined formed a haunting melody, one that promised anyone that heard it death. Apparently it had been a song that she picked up from her decades of being a siren.

The first person that poked their head out of the cabin was a woman, her eyes were dazed and she slowly walked towards the side of the water. Her hair was a blinding red, almost the color of blood.

The next person that came out was a younger girl, around twelve. Her eyes were clear and she had the same flaming red hair like the women. Her eyes were rushed as she bounded up to her mother.

"Mom what are you doing?" The girl pulled uselessly at her Mother's sleeve, "what is the matter with you?!"

Her Mother just kept on the dazed path towards the railing, she leaned over it. Nearly tipping over the side, her daughter rushed forward and yanked her back. Tears were streaming down the girl's face now, confused and scared tears.

"Mom! Stop it you're scaring me," she shouted. Gripping her mother's sleeve, I felt the ocean shift as it sent a wave hitting the side of the boat. The Mother plummeted uselessly into the water, her daughter almost flung down with her. The girl was still aboard, clutching at the railing, her expression horrified as she finally noticed us.

Her eyes flickered between dazed and clear, her mother forgotten only to sink slowly under the surface. The girl dug her fingers into the wood, her eyes still battling out whether she was enchanted by our song or not.

The ocean likes her, the thought came up suddenly. It is considering keeping her, and then almost as if to contradict me the girl's motions slowed and she climbed over the railings. Then she plummeted into the water, joining her mother down below.

We stopped singing, the silence almost unbearable. Nene turned and dove back under the water, heading back towards the shore. I glanced over at Sab, she was frozen there staring down at where the mother and daughter had sunk.

I reached over and took her hand, gently pulling her back towards the beach. She looked gratefully up at me, tears rolling down her pale cheeks.

The swim back was filled with an unending silence, the only noise we heard was Sab's sniffing. Nene was already on the beach as we came out of the water, she sat in the sand with her hands clenched.

"Come on Sab lets get you home," I said, still holding her shaking hand.

"No," Nenes said in a cold tone, she looked up at us. Her gaze burned with anger. "We are not all going back to the dumps we call home just to sob ourselves to sleep, I say we get ourselves so drunk we won't remember this shit show."

"Sobbing myself to sleep sounds better than that," I retorted back. Nene's nose flared for a second but she wasn't taking no for an answer.

"Get yourselves together we're getting drunk tonight."

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Published: April 16, 2020, 2:45 PM

Words: 740

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