The Merman, My Man
My index finger pressed tightly against his muscular back as if to embrace the whole world, resolving myself that unless I died, I would never give up even on the faintest hopes.
Dicken was swimming rapidly even as he pulled me along, and we soon escaped the range of the aircraft’s falling debris, and was very close to the island I suspect to be Iwo Jima. There were reefs of various sizes around us, which just happened to provide some cover. We could see that the flames were still burning on the island from where we were, while Bob and Mary’s ship had docked at a nearby shore. Japanese army troops were receiving them, offloading the glass tanks containing the captured merfolk and moving them