I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

"Merfolk are more dangerous than sirens, in my opinion. Sirens are pretty words and smiles, and they just drown you before eating you. Merfolk aren't as kind. I once watched one jump all the way up to the ship railing, grab a man, and literally eat him alive while we had to watch and listen to his screams. By the time that Mer went back into the water there was only half a man left. Blood and pieces of flesh everywhere. That was a female. The weaker of their species. The males are rarely seen but you better hope you don't see a male... If a male comes up he's usually looking to feed. If a male Mer sets his sight on you there's an eighty percent chance of you dying before your journey ends." Laurence is about to depart on his first voyage, unaware of how it will change his life forever. Mer x Human Sailor short story. R18, Explicit. *Short story, got too long for a oneshot so it'll just be divided into two or three parts*