Heart of the Ocean
Chapter One: Beginnings.
"There she is."
Dr. Brock Lovett softly said, looking out a small window of the small submersible he and his heavy assistant, Lewis Bodine-were squeezed into. They were about 12,500 feet under the North Atlantic Ocean, now approaching a grim sight of a gigantic wrecked ship famously known as the Titanic.
As the infamous story was widely known, Titanic hit an iceberg and sunk on a cold day of April 14th, 1912 and it was huge a catastrophe for everyone and anyone aboard its maiden voyage. The wreckage of the ship's remains was not found until some 70 years later- and even then only certain people were allowed to go under and see it.
The light of the submersible illuminated parts of the algae covered stern, floating towards and down into what was the first class rooms of the ship. Various objects could briefly be visible in the limited light. Dr. Lovett and his assistant have visited the wreckage many times now, looking for a very valuable thing that they believe went down with the ship- A necklace with a heart shaped blue diamond stone worn by Henry the 8th. It would be worth more than the Hope diamond now and they were determined to find it and get filthy rich off of it.
Little did they know, as they were passing by one of the floors;
Something was carefully watching them from behind a wall.
This something was actually someone. A young man with gills on his neck, and a dark green fish tail in place of legs, had his back pressed against the rust ridden iron structure of the ship-
His short light brown hair brushed against his forehead in the sway of the water. His greyish-green eyes intently watching the submarines as they passed by completely unknowing of his presence.
"What are they doing here again?" He thought, as they were now a few levels below him. He quietly kicked his tail and slowly followed a safe distance away.
The Titanic was actually this merman's home and has been for a very long time. He had been the guardian of it ever since it hit the ocean floor. The thing about this ship was that it was very familiar to him and he had a great sense of duty to protect it. It held the key to his past…a past he could not remember very much at all.
His mind flashed back to the very start of his existence in the sea.
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"I'll never let go. I promise." – those were the first and last words of a woman that echoed through his mind before he awoke on the darkness of ocean floor. He couldn't recall anything before that. He found himself with a fishtail from the waist down and breathing through gills. He was actually wearing remnants of clothing when he awoke.
A white button up shirt and tattered overall pants that had to have been torn up from a transformation. Something heavy weighed on his neck and chest revealed to be a significantly sized blue diamond attached to a silver chain.
He felt a strange energy from that diamond when he held it; he somehow knew it had to be the reason why he was there now.
Apart from the magical necklace- he did find that he had silver cuffs tightly attached around both of his wrist.
He couldn't seem to get the cuffs off by himself- so he had to attend to that later. Instead, he took off the shirt and awkwardly swam up looking for some form of life around him.
"Hello!" He called out into the abyss. "Is anyone out there?"
It wasn't until a few minutes of nothingness that he eventually came across a pod of orcas answering his call.
"What is a merman like you doing so far out here?" One of them spoke, which startled him at first.
"I- I don't know where I am, or how I got here. Is there anyone like me around here I can talk to?" He naturally moaned back in their language.
"Not for many miles" the same Orca answered.
The merman's face lit up when he heard that there were others like him. But then he frowned at them being so far away and not knowing the direction. The Orca noticed his expression and decided to help the merman out.
"Come, we'll take you to the nearest village. I am called Teman. By what name were you given?"
The merman paused for a moment trying to recall his own name. A look of confusion shown on his face before he subconsciously reached for the stone around his neck. As soon as his fingers touched the diamond, he suddenly remembered his name as if it gave him the answer he was hoping for.
"Dawson." He replied. "My name is Jack Dawson."