Going After Her Sailor

A shimmering siren hovers sixteen feet below the ocean’s surface Her Macral fins glide effortlessly, as she slows down her activity The ocean liner is but two hundred knots ahead; she feels humbled. Cheriche recognizes it by its whistle; her sailor is aboard this ship! Her glittering iridescent scales flash in bursts of silver, aqua and teal. Like a cashmere mist, she would be noticed and revered, except…. Her spiritual orbs protect her from being seen by commoners. Cheriche sees a flash of purple; it is Sashay, her most unique orb. “He is here!” It is the cry of the romantic, and it inspires the mermaid. Cheriche wants to lift herself to the surface, but she dares not. The ocean liner is cutting through waves, directly over her head. There is a splash. “Your sailor!” Her faerie godmother says. “Go get him!” He plunges past her, and keeps going, down enormous depths. Can she save this one? She kicks her dorsal fins double time. Determined to try…..