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You were all alone at the deck, tearless and wordless. The wind billowed in your hair and your white dress gently furled in the sea breeze.

The dusk light made you look truly the most beautiful of us all.

We caught your attention soon enough.

"Sister? What are you—what are you—your hair! What have you done?"

"Please! Listen to me! This knife, use it to kill that prince, and when his blood falls on your feet, you shall turn into a mermaid again and the curse shall be lifted! You can come back! Please!"

A clatter. The knife landed on the deck.

You picked it up gingerly.

"Please!" I begged again.

You looked at us.

You nodded slowly.

Then you disappeared into the prince's cabin.

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