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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 6:49:11 GMT -7
Christine laid back on the beach of a small private island in the Mediterranean Sea that her father beseeched the gods to gift her on her 18th birthday. Finally it was the off season for the opera season and a long vacation here was definitely needed. The sun beat down on her bare skin and she smiled into the warmth. Her human form was a gift in the recent century when her curiosity piqued her to explore the human half she never knew she had. Softly the ocean water lapped upon the shore and her legs elongated and transformed in a long dark purple tail. High tide was slowly returning to land. Slowly she sat up and smiled at the almost crystal blue water of the small cove of the island. Slowly she lifted her body up so that with the next wave the pull back would take her out to sea with it.
Once in the ocean the mermaid did an under water back flip and surged forward into deeper water. Soon she angled her body upward and she broke the surface with a smile. Her heart raced with the adrenaline rush that being in the water gave her. Quickly she dove back into the water and swam down to the bottom where a colorful reef filled with multiple tropical fish that welcomed her return. Soon however, a dark shadow passed over them and the fish fled. Her eyes looked up and she recognized the shape, it was the bottom of a boat. What was a boat doing this close to her island? Slowly she swam up to the surface, determined to find out.
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Post by God on Jul 13, 2014 7:56:40 GMT -7
Captain Patricia Wilika sat on the gunwale in her new multicam fatigues, waiting for the moment. Soon enough, the call went out, and Cherry tipped the IBS over the edge. A static line to the gunwale triggered the small air pump and it inflated in the water, then the team piled in with their gear. It wasn't much, and only six men plus Patricia. They pulled out oars and slowly paddled in to shore as the boat continued on its way. The boat was a private yacht, and was obviously (to the untrained eye), just passing by on a cruise.
Once they reached the beach, they dragged the boat a little way up and set up a perimeter. "You've heard the rumors about this place, right cap?" The one speaking was a short and stout ex Army Ranger nicknamed Half Pint. He alone carried an HK416 assault rifle, with a hybrid scope. Everyone else had MP7 submachine guns, and all were silenced. "You know the drill. If she points a gun at us, drill her," The entire team chuckled.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 10:02:34 GMT -7
Christine swam to the boat and looked up at it. She had seen and been on many boats before. But the island was supposed to be protected from these things. She sensed malevolence within it and she swam a bit around the edge to keep watch. Her hand touched the side and she peeked out trying to see who was there. Her dark eyes could see the people but she could barely make out what they were saying. Silently she slipped back under the water and swam closer to a large rock in the cove her eyes peeked out again and she saw the guns. Silently she tried to listen until she saw one turn her way. Quickly she rehid herself and sank below the water.
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Post by God on Jul 13, 2014 10:58:52 GMT -7
Half Pint's sharp eyes narrowed, and he raised his rifle into low-ready, creeping back down the beach.
"Contact, unknown," he muttered. Instantly, everybody dropped into a crouch, facing outward so the entire area was covered. Half Pint was overtaken by his swim-buddy, Pick, who pulled out a shotgun and waded into the lagoon. Where Half Pint was short and stout, Pick was tall and skinny, standing six foot two. He waded until he was either up to his waist, or he reached the rock, then scanned the area with the shotgun, and yes, he looked into the water.
"Show yourself. Hands visible."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 11:18:29 GMT -7
Damn her curiousity. Of course the other merpeople called her horrible names because of her coloring. And then there was the slightly string of bad luck when she was a mermaid. Carefully she guided herself around the right side rock (which was in deeper water than his waist deep you'll understand why). Her right hand was up above the water. Her left steady on the rock, but visible. The only other part that was visible was from her shoulders up. The rest was under water trying to hide the fact she was, well, nude. The tips of her hair pooled around her on the surface. Her eyes were scared and sad, but she didn't say a thing.
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Post by God on Jul 13, 2014 11:22:12 GMT -7
He chuckled, lowering the shotgun slightly. "It's a skinny-dipper, captain."
"No it's not. There aren't any clothes in sight."
His shotgun came back up. "Stand up, hands on the rock."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 11:37:07 GMT -7
She shook her head. She normally spend two months just as a mermaid, never reverting to human. She also didn't want stand, not with all the men there. HEr eyes looked at the captain pleadingly, hoping to beseech a womanly understanding. When she didn't sense it quickly she sank back in the water a little to bring her hair over her breasts more. Then with shaking hands she reached for the top of the rock and pulled herself up on top of it showing her full self. One thing she learned as a human, if there are guns, you listen to the holder. Her tail wrapped a bit around the rock and she continued to make sure her hair covered her front. The tips just falling at the bottom of her chest. The sun glinted off the deep blue sea-glass pendant she wore.
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Post by God on Jul 13, 2014 11:41:59 GMT -7
Pick let loose with a string of epithets so vile that a couple fish bobbed up to the surface dead. He also dropped his shotgun on its sling and fell backward.
Despite being as shocked as everyone else there, Half Pint managed to quip, "At least she isn't pointing a gun at us, but damn those cannons!" He was gibbsed by Patricia as she rushed past him, dropping her gear behind her and peeling off her combat shirt. She was wearing a sports bra underneath it as she dove into the water and swam to the rock, holding the shirt out to the mermaid.
"Shit. Sorry."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 11:53:40 GMT -7
Christine closed her eyes at the words and hearing her friends die. She then looked at the shirt still not speaking. Carefully she took it, not wanting to cause more trouble. Her mind screamed telling her to get away. Instead she took the shirt and put it on. Her eyes never left the men with guns. "I...I don't mean harm." She said finally. "But you are the trespassers on my island."
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Post by God on Jul 13, 2014 12:41:37 GMT -7
"Yeah. I gathered that. Pickup isn't coming for a week, though, so we're stuck here." As she spoke, a plane flew overhead. Pick waded back up onto the beach.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 12:59:49 GMT -7
Carefully the mermaid slid back in the water, not liking the horrible tightening of her stomach. "You don't look very stuck here." She said, trying to put some distance between her and the captain.
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Post by God on Jul 13, 2014 13:04:15 GMT -7
The Captain looked at her for a moment, then shrugged and swam back up to the beach. About thirty minutes later, a large pallet landed on the beach, parachute slowly covering it. The team had moved inland a little, but now came back down the beach to start gathering supplies from the pallet. Patricia stopped for a moment and gazed out over the lagoon. "She still there, Captain?" asked Cherry, who was the youngest member of the team and had a thick beard.
"Or there again. Beautiful."
"Well she's a mermaid, what do you expect?"
"Just stow the supplies, Lieutenant."
He threw her a middle-finger salute. "Yes maam." And gathered more supplies. Patricia was now wearing just her load-bearing gear over her sports bra as she crouched down next to the pallet, scanning the waves. No wonder the contact recommended the island.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 13:18:28 GMT -7
Christine continued to watch. Her father said if any human was there she was to avoid them and come home. But this was her island and she needed to defended it. Besides if the merpeople knew humans were there, they'd come to defend and save her. She couldn't risk that. It still made her wonder how they found the island. It was supposed to be protected from all humans but her. Carefully she swam under water and went to an underwater cave that would lead her up to a secret behind a waterfall cave that was her special place. She saw the rest of the men near by, but she knew they couldn't see her.
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Post by God on Jul 13, 2014 13:31:36 GMT -7
The men were chatting about her as they opened cases and set up camp. Much of it was rather vulgar, but it stopped the moment Patricia rejoined them.
"I'd suggest you not speak of our gracious host in such a manner," she growled.
The water next to Christine solidified into Serena Aquarius. "Sorry for the surprise. Merfolk need to learn that humans are as varied as themselves, and this was the only way I could think of." A moment of silence, then, "Nice shirt," and she melted away.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 13:38:43 GMT -7
Christine looked at Serena seeing her mentor as a child. She gave a small nod before the elemental left. Her eyes then looked at the men. She knew about humans and how they were different. But it was clear to her that they must be pirates and pirates plus mermaids did not bode well.
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