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A girl on a pirate ship? "My prince?" Gails asks. "What is it?" "Travis! You said this was a pirate ship. There is a girl on board." I say in disbelief. "It is! I swear it!" he defends. "Look at the sails and the flag. I believe it reads 'Black Diamonds.' But I did not see a girl." I frown trying to remember the name. I'm sure I have heard of the name before. "Sister, have you heard of this name? Of this ship?"

Her voice was particularly shrill to my ears. "They're dead! All dead! That is wonderful! I am happy when you are miserable!" My eyes turned red. I swung the knife down hard to stab her. That was when Liam rushed in. A flash of black light flew out from his sleeve. A little Black Dragon lunged at Lucia and bit her throat hard. Lucia held her hand to her throat as fresh blood spurted freely. She fell to the ground. The little Black Dragon turned back to quietly slide up my wrist. He looked up at me. "I'm here to see you, Mom."

“Ouchhh!” Daven muttered after he was hit by a tiny stone from somebody that was hiding behind the big rocks as he hanged out at the sea side with its strong impulse of water where he was standing. “Anybody there?!” he asked from the place where the stone came from and he wonder who would dare to hide behind those rocks where the impulse of water getting more stronger. Laughs! Of those beautiful mermaids hiding behind a large rocks that made him convinced that there are really somebody behind on it. When the burly young man tried to step closer to check, they immediately dived until they were drifting away into the depths of the sea.

Little Ghaliya sitting beside Vladimir giggled adorably showing off her toothless grin before Vladimir could formulate a response for Isak. That little shit! 'How dare she mock him!' Vladimir sneered inwardly. "A wise little Oracle who doesn't even know that Disney Mermaids are not real." Vladimir bit out with a pointed glared. "You are so mean." Little Ghaliya glared back. "Oh I'm aware of that but are you aware that this week I'm going to hunt a mermaid? And the best part is that I'm going to think of you when I'll put my sword through her heart." Vladimir winked playfully.

"Vivian—" "I don't care if he understands you," I cut him off. "As long as I understand you, that's enough." I pulled up the transaction records on my phone and projected them onto the wall. My deep-sea moonstone necklace fetched 120 thousand dollars. The buyer's review read, "The seller said it was a token of love from a merman. How romantic!" The custom soundwave comb was sold for 80 thousand dollars. The description read, "It's a magic comb that makes merfolk scales glow!"

“I know, no matter what, you’re still my sweet Beth.” Once the dishes were done and set in the drying rack, Beth joined her grandmother in the living room for a few minutes, an old episode of The Beverly Hillbillies, one of Grandma Iris’s favorites, playing on the television, even though Beth wasn’t paying any attention to it. It was starting to get dark outside, so she decided she’d better go. Not that she was scared to walk around Barryville in the dark, but she remembered bumping into Craig the other day, and she needed to get home if she was going to go with Carly. Despite her better judgment, something told her she was. She hugged her grandma, kissed her cheek, and headed home.

I only stopped when my lips turned purple and I was close to passing out, when the bucket was finally full. Leaning against the trash can in a daze, I heard a few maids talking in the courtyard nearby. "Emily's paintings are just gorgeous! It's a pity how difficult it is for her to get the materials she needs for her paints. Did you know that she could only get a tiny bottle of pearl powder after killing several merfolk?" "Why do those monsters only have one mermaid pearl? Since they're freaks anyway, what's a few more?" The color drained from my already pale face, and I stood up, My face went pale. I pushed myself up, clinging to the wall. Shrill cries echoed faintly in my ears, and I praye

Sarah POV We were excited and trying to hide it. We weren’t being very effective. Last night, I had read yet again from The Little Mermaid. “She was a strange child, quiet and thoughtful. While her sisters showed delight at the wonderful things which they obtained from the wrecks of vessels, she cared only for her pretty flowers, red like the sun, and a beautiful marble statue. It was the representation of a handsome boy, carved out of pure white stone, which had fallen to the bottom of the sea from a wreck.”

Some were taller or thinner than others, but all were ornate and enticing in their own ways. "This one will take you right down to the bottom of Blackfish Bay." She chirped, bouncing over to a door that was stained with black dye. The doorknob was silver, with little leaping fish protruding from its flesh. I moved back a few steps when murky water trickled and seeped from the cracks and keyhole of the door. "Oh, don't worry about the water, every now and again a little trickle through the cracks. You sure you don't want this one? Blackfish Bay mermaids are highly coveted. A single scale could support your family for years!"

There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter. I opened to the first marked page. In Maverick’s handwriting, there was a note that read: “Does page 14 mean the data moves faster if you shorten the string? Let me know if I got that right.” I stared at the note, my heart feeling so light that I felt like a teenager again. I looked up at him, completely stunned. "Maverick... did you buy a coding textbook?"