The Merman, My Man
I could even feel the heat wave of the bullets aimed at us, but I was soon shrouded in the darkness of the depths and silence—we’ve made it out.
Soon, Mary started to head towards the surface again, and I knew that we would already be far away from the ships.
We weaved in and out of Lemenland’s undersea caverns. Mary had to release me because of the narrowness and curve of the cave, and I therefore had to follow her.
The brightness of the cave made the waters appear like something out of a fantasy, and Mary was one of the mermaids described extensively in folktales. Her tail was elegant and slim, her blue scales kicking tiny ripples in the ocean, sparkling like a cluster of stars as she swam