A flock of seagulls flapped their wings against a blue sky. Below them, a porpoise leapt out of an azure sea, squealing happily. On the horizon, there appeared a magnificent ship, crashing through foamy waves; the sounds of singing and drunken laughter coming from its decks.
The shouts and merry laughter soon hushed to observe the booming chorus resounding from the sailors aboard.
'I'll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue
And it's hey to the starboard, heave ho
Look out, lad, a mermaid be waitin' for you
In mysterious fathoms below.' they concluded enthusiastically then bowed when thunderous applause deafened their ears.
A young man with fiery red hair leaned over the railing, staring down into the depths of the sea. He shuddered. "I hate this. Let's go home." He groaned weakly to the golden haired boy standing next to him. "The salty air is burning my eyes, and I feel like I'm about to-" he leaned forward more, coughing. The boy shook his head.
"I think its nice, Axel...a perfect day to be at sea!" The man shot him a venomous glare. "Shut up, Roxas." He spat.
A mighty hand clamped onto Axel's shoulder as taunting fits of laughter erupted from the sailors. "Best be gettin' your sea legs there lad." The owner sneered, looking out over the ocean as he spoke. "But today you're in for a treat. The sea king must be in a good mood or the waters wouldn't be so calm." Axel arched an eyebrow. "Who the hell-?"
"Ruler of the merpeople, lad. Thought every good sailor knew about him."
"If you couldn't tell by now," Roxas started, crossing his arms, "our prince ISN'T a good sailor." Axel mimicked him, then stuck out his tongue at the boy's back. "Anyways, pay no attention to him-" Roxas said, turning around and just missing the princes rude expression, "-he's full of crap."
"But I aint!" The sailor protested, throwing out his arms. "It's the truth! I'm tellin' you, down in the depths o' the ocean they live." He gestured wildly, nearly catching another sailor in the jaw.
"What the fuck!?" The sailor spat, flashing a venomous scowl toward the other sailor. "Watch where you're going, ya drunk bastard!" With a satisfied snort, he walked away and began continuing work he had previously left before the madness ensued. But while his back was turned, a small fish leaped from one of the sailor's hands, and dove into the ocean's depths, overlooked by the oblivious sailors. With a large sigh of relief, the fish swam deeper beneath the waves and joined the line of various sea creatures filling a vast concert hall.