Six Days In the Ocean

I spent six glorious days at the bottom of the ocean I had turned mermaid, so needed no special equipment. The seaweed parted and the kelp sung me a melody. I was the ultimate siren, letting signals lose that sunk ships. I was a danger, for sure. The sea did not know what had happened. The sharks tried to threaten me, but I had a knife in my secret pocket. I filleted them, and ate them, and threw their fins to the water top. They congregated like broken oars, swirling in a pathetic circle. Only six days, and yet, they were marvelous. I was all powerful. A sorcerer had transmogrified me, and I was grateful for the experience. I'd always wanted to live in a sea; where I danced with beluga whale. His name was Charlie after the dance, and he loved it! I loved him too. You can do so much in six days if it includes living your ultimate dream. Expecting to be an assertive mermaid my whole life this was Nirvana! If nothing else, I taught the ocean to respect dainty little mermaids. Mermaids hugged me bye, I had become their queen in only six days.