8.3: Underwater Adventures

 Third person perspective...

   He took a deep breath, not able to believe his eyes. The ocean's floor was beautiful. The colorful coral, brightly colored fish, and breathtaking aquatic plants that went on for as far as the human eye could see were marvelous; they were much better then whatever humble thing he'd imagined. The pamphlets on diving hadn't done them justice. After he had received and accepted the generous offer from the lady he saved at the beach, Harbor immediately began taking the lessons. After months of hard work, they'd paid off; he was now scuba diving by himself, looking for the mermaid that was spotted so long ago. If there was anything you could say about the Janes, it was that they were determined. He was no exception. He was determined to find her, talk to her, tell her about the morning.

   "That's odd." He whispered, to no one in particular. The small fish that had been curiously swimming around him had began to clear out. Other then him, the vicinity was empty, abandoned by the lifeforms that frequented here. Swish. The gentle sound of someone moving the water, trying to swim through it, entered his ears. Who was it? He slowly turned his head, expecting to see another diver or possible a mermaid.
   The teeth. The gleaming white, large, pointed teeth, was the first thing his eyes spotted. The looked like they could easily be used to chomp a helpless human like me in half. The teeth. It was hypnotizing, as the creature swam closer to Harbor, circling him as if the diver was its next meal. Humans were the prey, they were the predator. He was aware that most of what he knew about sharks was false. This doesn't keep you from feeling terrified, though.
   It happened so quickly. One slight movement of the arm, hoping to use it to slowly paddle himself to safety, when it jolted forwards. He didn't know what to do; he panicked. He wanted to live. He wanted to find the mermaid. He had so much ahead of me, so much he wanted to do with his life. When you panic, you do the irrational. What he did was not so much irratioanl as it was foolish. He grabbed the fin. The creature probably would have not bothered him, if he hadn't touched it. I suppose we'll never know now.

   Panting. Hitting. He hit it in the nose, it became angry. The teeth poking holes in the oxygen tank that was the only thing keeping poor Harbor alive. It swam away, away from him. He began panting for air, floating up, up, up. The battle was over and he had not won, but he had survived and isn't life enough?
  He reached the top of the water, and instantly began gulping the air, as if it would disappear soon. He felt weak from the lack of oxygen. The shark had not bit him, but his lungs still suffered. His vision became blurry as he swam to the shore. He was tired. He pulled himself onto land, stumbling, standing.

  He rested his head against his palm, hoping the pain would go away. He breathed slowly, still feeling dizzy. The black blurs that covered his eyeballs suddenly became more than blurs; he cou;ld see nothing. He stepped backwards, not sure what to do or where he was. If he could see, he would have noticed that the Earth was coming to closer to him, as his body tumbled down to the sandy beach. He had passed out from the exhaustion of the fight. Or was it an attack?
   The time began passing, as the afternoon began ticking away, turning into the evening. The night's moonlight shown down upon the still passed out Harbor Janes. He was tied, his lungs had suffered from a little damage, and most of all there was no medical attention available on the tiny island, miles from the main one. One-thirty-six am. One-thirty-seven am. Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty, forty-one. Three-fifty-two, three-fifty-seven, three-fifty-nine. Four-twenty-eight, four-twenty-nine. Five-fifteen.

   She was swimming around, bored. Her parents disliked her swimming around unsupervised, but she was twenty-three now. She was able to make her own choices for five years now, and dammit she was going to. She spotted a man on the island. A human. She hadn't seen a human in months... it was forbidden to go on land that a human occupied. She was twenty-three, though. Not a child. She was going to make her own choices and her choice was to go onto the land and see who he was.

   She  climbed out of the water, waiting a few seconds for her tail to turn into scaly legs. She liked having legs. She liked being able to walk around like the humans did. Since her parents were so strict about the rules, she didn't often get to walk around. Swimming got rather dull after awhile, she thought. You need to be able to change your tail into legs once in a blue moon to keep things interesting.

   "Are you alright, sir?" She asked him. He was laying on the ground, sleeping. "Are you sleeping or hurt?" She bent down, to listen to his heart. The beats were irregular. "You're hurt aren't you?" she glanced around, wishing someone who knew more about people could appear. "Would a serum hurt you? I've got a vial that I found on the ocean floor... daddy said it could heal the injured and that since mermaids and merman had healing powers when in the water already, it was useless. Maybe I can give it to you?" She didn't know what to do, but she knew she had to do something.
   She took the vial that she had kept in place by tucking it into her swim top out, and gently removed it's top.  The liquid was thick and syrupy. She gently tilted his head up, pouring the syrup down his throat.
   "You should feel better now. Do you?" In response, his hand slightly moved. "You're better." She smiled. Something about him was different; it was as if she had somehow seen him before. "You look familiar... do you boat?" He did not move. "I think I might need to go. You probably shouldn't see me." She stood up, drop a small shell next to him. "If you ever are hurt again, blow the shell. I have some serum left." She took off running, diving into the water, as her legs disappeared and her tail reappeared. Whether Harbor remembered it or not, he had just met a mermaid. But was it the mermaid he had spotted?

NOTE: I do not know lots about sharks, so if you are a expert I apologize for the incorrect details. I also thought maybe with the more pictures less words thing I could avoid errors. P.S. Thanks for reading and, because why not, I'm going to advertise my newest story Tracked. Which you can read here. Critics [TheJanesLegacy] have called it, "A story you can read if you're into the Sims 3 or my that one legacy or you know reading and mysetry/suspence." ...haha, so yeah.