"No, this is not over, Jed!"
Mick paces the boat deck, water flying from him with every angry gesture.
"We will not go home with our tails between out legs." He snatches a rusty pair of pliers from the open toolbox and hurls it at the descending sun. He watches it splash in the distance.
"They're gone, Micheal. We can't compete with them on their turf."
Jed watches his brother, somewhat frightened. He can never know he let them escape. He would never be forgiven.
Mick turns. His eyes twitch.
"But we can when they're on our turf."
Jed furrows his brow. "What do you mean?"
Mick pivots his body and brushes passed his brother. He scoops up his cell phone and pushes a few buttons.
"What are you doing?"
Mick puts the phone to his ear. "This isn't over, Jed. We'll have our mermaid yet."
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Beached
FantasyWhen a girl swims out to sea to rescue a figure in distress, she quickly realizes that the reason as to why he was in distress was quite different from the reason she had in mind. He wasn't drowning. Julia finds herself tethered to the mysterious st...
