One
As he inhaled the bitter-sweet air only smelt while sailing atop the beautiful blue ocean, Roger Greenfield knew he was one with the sea. He belonged on the S.S. Marie-anne as it sailed into uncharted waters in a hope to strike a wealthy land. Then his crew, led by Captain Greenfield, Roger's father, would dock, head to the nearest pub and drink the night away with big breasted floozies. But they had to reach land first, so the ship continued on it's voyage while the crew nested comfortably aboard it's fine wooden structure. Roger was the only one moving about, for the others lay in their hammocks beneath with their whisky flasks and tall tales. But for Roger the ocean was a much fancier sight than drunken crew mates. He stood at the bow, staring downward at the sea. Several playful silver dolphins were swimming alongside the boat, having the merriest time. Roger smiled as he witnessed such a friendly sight.
But within the time of a blink, the dolphins had vanished. The sky was darkening and the sea followed suit. Roger knew what was coming, he could smell it in the air. Light droplets began pouring upon the Marie-anne, and he ran below deck to warn the others. But the storm was a fierce one and she worsened with tremendous speed. Harsh winds and fearful waves had struck before he had made his way to the cabins, and he was knocked back several metres as the boat tipped forward. He rolled so fast, and with such force, he went straight over the edge.
He hit the water with an enormous splash that momentarily paralised his body. Roger was knocked unconcious and his limp body sank deeer and deeper into the ocean. He seemed to fall for an awefully long time, until the sinking stopped.
Roger awoke abruptly to find himself recieving a passionate kiss from an unknown beauty. He also felt a rush of water to his mouth. He unlocked his lips from the kiss, turned his head and vomited sea water all over the white sand of the beach. By the time the water stopped flowing from his throat, he turned his attention upward, where the kisser had been. But she had already disappeared. Roger sat up and searched around desperately for some sign of her, but all he saw was a scaly pink tail diving into the ocean.
"Unbelieveable!" He breathed, straing at the section of sea the tail had just inhabited. "A bloody mermaid!"
"Unbeliebeable!" screamed a female voice as she threw a weed into a smoking cauldren. "I told her to stay away from humans!" She reached across and grabbed a jar containing a mysterious pink ooze. She hurled it in the cauldren and waved her hands over it.
"They are my business, not hers! She has the fishies!"
Erupting from the cauldren was a purple steam which engulfed the room. The female laughed wickedly as from within the heart of the dark room suddenly glowed two sly purple eyes, accompanied by the voice, now harsher and a slight bit more sultry than before, which said:
"I will show her what I do with those who get in my way!"
