Catch Them

I was 10 when I learned the difference between sirens and our people.

For example, take the gentleman I'm running after. I figured he's a siren after I saw his ugly walk and pointy ears. He walks faster. It's even more obvious.

He may think he will get rid of me by the docks. He won't. Even though mermaids are slower than sirens, I am one of the fastest swimmers.

He jumps into the sea and apparently dissappears. Only I know what route he's going to choose. I have caught too many of them already.

The fabric of his suit snaps on his wide, light blue tail and eventually spreads into the water. I don't even see it as a challenge anymore. I'm a professional hunter. I don't have to hurry; I leave my pants behind in order not to rip them.

I feel the coldness around me. It's not a good time for swimming. It's the middle of winter, but what don't I do for an extra point on my task list?

His tail moves fast, but mine moves even faster. From a distance of about 100 feet, I reached his tail, and now I try to grab it. He desperately tries to escape, but he isn't quick enough. He could only escape if he...

No. He didn't. He didn't dive in deeper. He couldn't do that to me. I flutter my arms, following him. He enters a wreckage. I know I should speed up.

I don't know the wreckage that well. It's "The Black Spaniol." I only explored "The Unsinkable" and "The Slayer of the Seas." I'm not afraid. I handle new things well.

I slip my tail through the small hole, following him. I look around; no one. I stop for a second, waiting for him to mess up. The ship is way more beautiful than the ones I've seen. On the ground, pieces of porcelain cups and plates are everywhere. He isn't here. I realize it too late.

He throws himself on me, causing me to hit my head on the wood. He's above me, but he makes a mistake. He doesn't do anything to me for more than half a second. I have time to "admire" his black eyes, warm brown skin, and black hair. I reach for a wooden plank. He's fucked.

I raise the wooden plank, and it goes clean through his chest. He gasps for oxygen, but his blue blood is already floating around us. I pierced his left side. There's no way he can escape.

In a moment, his body floats and hits the top of the sinked boat. My hands are clean, but I still wipe them on my dark green scales, and I pass through a bigger window.

I didn't notice how beautiful the moon and stars were tonight, and neither did I notice how dark the water was. I can barely see the silver fish swimming around me. I say goodbye to "Valentine's Grave" and start going up. It's ironic. The ship did become a grave.

As soon as I see the docks, I raise myself on the ground, waiting for my tail to morph. Tonight was the night. Actually, I don't think I've ever been more entertained about a prey. He surpassed my expectations.

I stop my heavy breathing; I hear footsteps, but I can't see the person. Screech, screech, screech. He's so close I can smell him.

Rafal comes out of the shadows, his beautiful white hair revealed in the light of the street lamps. He smirks, looking at my partially fish scaled face.

"I see you had some fun." He says, sitting down beside me. He puts the tip of his toes in the water. I collapse on the ground and sigh.

"You didn't miss out anything. The motherfucker had a split tail."