'Don't go near the seaweed cove, bad creatures dwell there in the depths they do-will lure you to your watery grave they will.'
That was what Arthur had been listening to from the locals as soon as he'd arrived in a small fishing village one day-equipped with all the necessary sonar technology, note pads etc that he'd be taking with him aboard the small company supplied boat.
He was now a fourth year University student and was studying Biology- though marine Biology was his favourite topic out of all the coursework put together-which is why, for his final year's thesis he'd chosen to go on this trip in order to gather flawless data with which would go toward his final grade-he'd also have to do a practical exam upon his return but that wasn't the worst of the two halves. Writing up a thesis supported by valid data was much more tedious in his opinion.
Of course-he ignored all the follysome tales and rumours-psh Mermen, Sirens, Merfolk hah! Who did they think they were talking to? An infant?
If such things had existed it would have been already brought to the news or made into documentaries long ago and so with that positive thinking in mind he boarded the small little white motor boat lugging the baggage with him and setting it down.
The day was fine -a cloudy day with no threats of rain just yet and a wonderful sea breeze—gulls chanted and flew about the partially choppy waves and soared high above the skyline toward the cliffs which seemed like black specks near the horizon.
Today was truely the perfect day to set out and begin observation studies, and so without delaying a second later he released the little makeshift anchor and turned the key putting the boat into ignition and thus started the sandy blonds adventure to be as he steered the boat away from the crowed fishing quay and headed off toward the eerily dark waters of seaweed cove where dolphins thrived as did the fish, there were various rocks situated throughout the route making it seem more like an obstacle course-had he been driving the boat any faster he'd have most certainly crashed and sunk it-apparently others had been careless, the various boat parts which were being lapped up against the said offending jagged rocks encrusted with sea shells and sea weed was evident of that.
Perhaps that was the only reason the village folk had said that this area was a place for sirens to dwell-it hadn't been the non-existent creatures that drove various sailors to their deaths-it had simply been the rocks, and so Arthur finally stilled the boat and began his studies.
Little did he know that a pair of sky blue eyes had been staring at him as soon as he'd began to busy himself with his studies.
The owner of the blue eyes also had a set of shimmering shark-like teeth which were currently displayed in what people would call a 'smile' -a rather sinister smile at that.
{Okay, so-I'll continue on with the next chapter when I can. I'm rather busy at the moment as it happens. Let me know what ye think~!}