The taste of salt filled his mouth as he washed ashore, coughing and spluttering as the last and first thing he saw was blue. Blue hair, blue eyes, blue not legs? Maybe he did drown or just hallucinating. Nazo looked forward, watching the girl—mermaid—smile. Wait, mermaid?
He looked closer as water lapped against his boot and her pale blue skin, dark blue hair, and fins. He only heard of mermaids as legends, mostly from his father. That they would show up to drown you and your crew. Or were those sirens?
“You saved me,” he said, feeling the warm sand underneath his palm.
She nodded, a light blush showing on her cheeks. “Yes. I’ve been watching you—your crew—for a while now. I’m Clara. Nice to finally meet you, Captain Nazo.” She said, holding her hand out.
He took it, thankful the sun was out so he wouldn’t be wet for long. Where she put him was just as warm he quietly noticed.
“What’s it like? Being with people and sailing.” Clara asked, her tail waving slightly as the tide went down.
Nazo closed his mouth as it hung open, tasting salt on his lips. “It’s not bad, not good either with certain people. I figure it’s sort of like being with merpeople, except without as much water.”
She laughed, the sound echoing off the cove walls, and making Nazo’s heart beat faster.
“Sailing, sailing is like…” he paused, trying to find the right word. “It’s endless. Nothing but the ocean and a crew if you have one.”
Admittedly, his crew wasn’t the best, but they didn’t slack off either. He was actually lucky to have them.
“Like yours, even if they do end up fighting.” Clara said, earning a nod in response. “I always wanted to be with people, they’re fascinating.”
He nodded once more, standing at the familiar shouts of his crew and the blast of the ship’s foghorn.
He turned towards Clara, saying, “Thank you, for saving me. I hope you’ll be able to sail with me next time we meet.”
She smiled, her blue eyes wide as she said, “Of course.”
Nazo watched her go, hoping it to be true one day. That she’d be with him til the end.