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Ocean played with the rubber duck, watching it float around in the tub as he splashed more water on his face. He loved how fresh his water was. It held no chemical and was as natural as the salt waters.

The thought of it made his skin itch and he realized that it was time to get on with the day.

Getting up from the wet, stark naked, Ocean walked around the room to snatch the towel from the hanger and tie it around his waist. Leaving the modern bathroom after combing his wet hair away from his face, he made it passed his bedroom, wearing nice clothes, and walked down to the kitchen.

The kitchen area itself, spoke of how wealthy the guy is. Sparkling tiles, perfectly painted white walls and double checked granite benches. Germ-free silverware, polished china plates and perfectly finished wooden cupboards. Let's not forget the unwanted number of coffee machines, toasters and blenders. The dream fridge of a foodie and the shelves inside packets with all the different kinds of ice cream.

Ocean Waters's kitchen was a dream come true.

"Shelly, come here girl, food time."

In cue, a fluffed-up puppy, aged six months, trotted in, month open with a smile, tongue as red as ever, ears perked up in attention.

"Here you go, fill you tummy because I plan on coming a little late for dinner."

The puppy barked cutely and Ocean reached down to mess with the fur before going around the counter, washing his hands. Then, he prepared his own meal, breakfast, lunch; brunch.

Settling on an ease-chair, he ate the food on the plate on his lap while looking out the glass wall, enjoying the view of the astonishing sea. The day's bright and the sky's clear. All Ocean wanted to do was swim all day in the open. He wasn't too worried about it too, because that's exactly what he was going to do.

Leaving the open space, putting the dishes in the sink, Ocean walked over to the balcony, leaning on the rails. He watched the people walk around, swim and laugh around, having the time of their lives. He didn't know if he should feel happy that they're loving it or to sour down, pour some rain because they're being an obstacle to his happiness.

As the sun scorched over, people started to return home, taking their things, having enough for the day.

Ocean clapped for himself, glad that he knew that he'd have the rest of the day to himself. Getting out of the place, he grabbed the prepared swim shorts and made his way out of his large beach house. Sure, he did own a very large pool filled with fresh water.

Where did the guy get so much fresh water with a town supplying chlorine water?

That's because Ocean owned his own well. He built in on the right side of the house, away from the beach viewers, on the last floor of his palace. He had enough power of pump to supply every tap and tank in the property. The officers who knew about it fumed in jealousy, but they can't do anything about it.

He stopped to eye the pearl that was displayed in the centre of his house. He glared at it, then gave it a bored gaze before making a disapproving noise. 

As he walked down his private steps to the beach, his phone rang in his trousers, vibrating around, annoying him when he was trying to escape reality.

"What?" Ocean's voice was snappy, lazy and so done of it.

Don't snap like that at me, I'm only doing my work.

Ocean rolled his eyes, walking passed the sand area and jumping onto the rocky side. "Just tell me what it is. Today is supposed to be my day. I don't want any calls."

We have a problem at the gallery. The painting that we ordered from the SunTiles, they were previewed as originals. One of our staff did go to check them physically and checked half of the set. When he saw that they were good, he continued with the paper work.

"So what?"

We opened the package. It turned out that they faked the rest. They're not accepting the charges. The exhibition's in a week. I don't think we can make it.

Groaning, Ocean laid his shorts on one of the rocks, a place covered from human eye, a cave, secretive enough that only a few found it in the past. It's Ocean's golden area.

"Can't you get a contact on the retailers? How about our professors?"

The retailers don't want it. They're so sure that it won't sell. I contacted a few of the professors and they said okay to the paintings. They'd be done with it in a week. But we still have so much to fix. They won't be able to handle all of them.

Ocean sighed, looking out the saltwater, watching them crash with each other, calling out to him. "I'll look into it when I come on Monday."

It's Friday today.

"I know. I come back on Monday, no? That's enough time before the exhibition. Continue with the arrangements, set everything you have and we'll figure the rest later."

But-

"Now I'm going the hang up, don't call me again. I won't be able to receive it."

Then he hung up as promised, carefully tucking the phone in his pocket in his shorts. Then, he shrugged out of his shirt, next came the office pants.

Sighing, looking left and right and a little to the side to check over the large rock, he took off his boxers. Placing the clothes together at a side, he quickly jumped into the ocean.

Comfort surrounded him and finally, he was able to escape his two legged life.

I'm still myself, he thought, swishing through the wave, ducking under and diving deep. He twisted and turned, his eyes coming in contact with his lower part, the body part his missed the most.

Oh, thank Neptune, I still have my tail.

Swimming around, Ocean examined his tail, the long fish like, yet magical being. He owned a blue one, dark yet bring with sunlight and white pearl like shines whenever light reflected.

Ocean loved his tail.

"It's been forever since I came out here..." he muttered to himself, swimming over the currents, faster than than the fishes and over the corals. Ocean loved being a merman, even if it meant that he had to hide it for most of his life.

He was used to it.

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"Mum, I'd be home by dinner!"

"No Marcus, I don't want to tell you this again. You're to be home by tea time. That's it, end of discussion."

Marcus stomped his foot like a five year old. "But mum-"

"No Marcus, none of the whining. It's a full moon and you're already lucky that I'm letting you off to swim already. Why can't you just swim in the pool like you usually do?"

Groaning, Marcus snatched the slippers from the shoe rack. "God, are we still living in the olden age?" He muttered, slipping them on. "Who cares if it's the full moon tonight? It's not like we live near the woods, as if the werewolves would dare to step into a town filled with hunters."

"Hey, don't badmouth your father and his friends!"

"He's not the only one in the town mum!" He shouted back. "I'm going. I'll be back for tea."

He was out the two story house before he heard another complain. Jogging out to the road, he walked on the pathway, leading towards the water, a place he was sure to achieve his goal.

He's being throwing it behind him for years. No one at home knew about his thoughts. Only his friend knew and they respected it. But now, since he was going to become a national participant of the swimming team, he was determined to get over the fear.

Getting to the beach, he watched the people at the place getting up, dusting the sand, leaving. Marcus smiling at the older couple who walked past.

"Leaving early?"

"Oh no, we came here for breakfast and just stayed for a while. It's getting hot though, I'd mind your skin," said the lady, indicating her hat and the sun. "Plus, it's a full moon, people tend to stay away from the waters at that."

Marcus laughed. He'd lived in Waterlines since birth. He knew almost all the lanes and roads of the small town, almost the third quarter of the population and knew almost all the legends told. Never has he heard of the full moon and water myth. "That's a bad thing, I suppose?"

Maybe it was because he stayed away from the sea.

The lady and her pair didn't think that it was funny. They had a serious look on their faces, looking worried as ever. "you're the kid who got selected for the nationals, aren't you?" The lady asked.

"Oh yes, I am. One of the swimmers." Marcus was proud. He didn't think someone he didn't know would know about him. He is a little famous after all.

"Then I'm surprised you don't know about the tale... it's well known for everyone in Waterlines."

"Oh, you're... you live here, in this town?"

The lady laughed, nodding. "Yes, we do. We've been here for about five years now. Don't plan on moving away anytime soon. But let me tell you about the tale. It's well known that no one should stay at the ocean during full moon nights. Because of the creatures, right Greg?" The partner, nodded, looking away. He wasn't interested, but he looked like he believed everything his wife, or partner said. "They roam the beach at night. They don't come out of the water, obviously, but they don't ever like it when they find someone inside. It's said that when one enters the ocean on a full moon, never returns."

Marcus stared at the lady as if she's gone crazy. Then he eyes the kids playing around in the water. "What about them?"

"Oh, them? They're fine silly. It's only forbidden during nights. Honestly, I'd love to sit you down and chat everything about this, but I'm getting scorched and we're hungry for lunch. So, we'll see you around swimmer?"

Marcus nodded, letting the couple go.

He walked down the burning concrete, to the sand, that cooled his feet a little. Moving along the beach, loving the wind pushing up against him, Marcus made it to the edge, eyeing the waves crashing calmly at the end.

The family with the kids from the water were now coming out of the water. Looking around, loving how the view was absolutely breathtaking, Marcus wondered how he never came over to the west side of the town. He'd missed so much in his life just because of a stupid fear. Now, he only had a few days before he had to start traveling north, away from the coasts.

Then Marcus's eyes caught the large building over the cliff. It was like from a movie, amazing architecture and looking like a rich person lived in it.

Of course a rich person lived in it, Marcus thought to himself, the building's rich for goodness sake.

"But who?"

One of the kids, who were walking away turned to his attention, watching carefully. "What?"

"N-nothing..." Marcus blushed away, scratching the back of his head. He was getting glared at by a twelve year old kid. He definitely didn't belong at the beach.

Sighing again, tired already without the swimming, he watched the place for a while, sitting around on the sand. Then, after the sun moved along, lunch passed and Marcus'd finished the wrap he'd went and bought a few minutes ago. He wiped his hands, standing up.

"I can do this."

He was the only being at the beach. It was better that way, he's thought.

No one would see him mess up if he did.

Looking at the salt water, he glared at it. "I'm going to win over you today and you're not going to do anything about it." He huffed out, calming his racing heart. "I can do this. I won the swimming competitions at the town since I was five. I was the top student in the sports sector in school. I got the scholarship for a slot on the national swimming team. I leave town in a few days to catch my dream. The ocean can't scare me."

He let out another breath.

"Okay, now stop talking to yourself and get in there. It's the same, just a bigger space. You love big pools."

Then he walked on, towards the crashing water.

"How do I start?" He asked himself softly, already feeling the panic start to rise. "Okay, okay... you got this. Don't be scared. It's just the waves. They have to move up and down. You can still feel the sand, walk. Walk and then start to paddle." He did as he told himself, breathing though his mouth. "Okay, you got it, now move your hands- no!" A wave pushed him up and Marcus gulped down the salt water, forgetting to breath for a second.

He came back, running backwards with all his might, but the water held him in place. He wasn't going anywhere.

Balancing himself, Marcus stood up again, gasping for a few seconds. Before taking a step forward again. He looked back to the sand for time to time, reminding himself that he was still safe. He was still within the area of the cones, floating in the water. All he needed to do was stay away from those.

He got ahold of himself soon, steadying around the sea, gasping again and again. Then, he moved back to float. Gasping, trying to regular his breath, he did it.

Laughing, when he was calm, Marcus sent a fist to the air, breathing evening once again. "Ha! I did it! I'm in the water! I'm floating! Ha! Sucks to be you ocean!"

He was fine after that.

What'd he been so scared of?

Marcus swam here and there, looking the speed and ease. Though the saltiness didn't go well with his usual sports, he liked that he wasn't so afraid of the ocean.

That was, until he got to the more deeper end. He'd thought he'd be okay but once he couldn't at all feel the sand, he started to panic.

"It's okay. I just have to keep swimming. Swimming will take me back to shore." He squeezed his eyes shut, ignoring the water making him go up and down, up and down. 

He remembered the scene from Nemo. If it was at a fun time, Marcus would've laugh for comparing the situation as that, but he didn't have time for that.

It was a lift or death situation for him, and before he knew it, Dory's 'just keep swimming' really came in handy. It worked. He calmed himself, reminding of his scholarship and how he's a great swimmer, and kicked.

Just keep swimming.

Just keep swimming.

He breathed when he thought that he swam long enough. Reaching for the ground, yet his eyes flickered open when he couldn't feel it. Spinning in the sea, Marcus frantically looked around to find water everywhere. The shore, it was far off.

Then he noticed the cone of safety, floating a few feet to his right. Something touched his shoulder and Marcus screamed for life.

Kicking and thrusting to get away, he paddled on the spot, heart beating out of his chest, realizing that it was the rope connecting the cones. He was at the border.

Panic rose and Marcus took deep breaths. Huffing, struggling and heaving, he looked around, eyes blurred with tears. He sobbed, it slowly turning into loud cry. With shaking shoulders, he tried to stay up, but everything was too much.

Looking around, mind flashing with images, thoughts of what could happen in the middle of the sea only took him further.

Marcus only had his head above the sea and he could feel his breath coming short. It was almost as if he was drowning.

Crying for help didn't bring any. Silence met him and for a second, he thought that he could get back. He just had to calm down.

That was until he felt something grab onto his legs underwater, and drag him in.

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