#dcvilfish

@dcvilfish

He’d hardly believed the tales. The ones about mermaids. ‘Devilfish,’ they’d been called, said to have dragged sailors down to the watery depths and feasted on their flesh. When those older––and he’s realizing now, wiser––had spoken of the legends, he’d always merely snorted and shook his head, refusing to put much stock in it. He’d never been the superstitious sort, after all, though now, staring at the ethereal being in the water, he may well be reconsidering that stance.

The shock of seeing one so beautiful, of the existence of one such as her in and of itself––coupled with perhaps the smallest amount of fear, not for himself but for the others in the boat and perhaps even a little for the one before him––it takes him a moment to remember himself.