Prince of Rocky Isle

By: Aubrie1234

Legends say that, a long time ago, a colony of mermaids and mermen lived in Bayport, just off Rocky Isle. They lived alongside the humans of Bayport and some were even royalty. However, as the years passed and the American Revolution sparked, all sentiments with the merpeople vanished and they were killed off.

At least, that's what many thought. These days there have been a few reports of seeing mermaids around the island, but they're just labeled as illusions or something of the sort. But I believe them, and now I want to see one for myself.

No one, not even my friends, knew why I was taking daily trips to the island when I could, but I assured them I wasn't on a case, just wanting to relax on the island after hard days at school. They bought it, luckily, and allowed me to keep searching.

A few times I thought I had seen something, but looking again, it was nothing. As the days turned into weeks an then a month, I began to lose hope to find one of the merfolk. That is, until one saved me.

An old enemy of my Dad had followed me on one of my trips and captured me. He left me in a damp cave, next to a pool of water, as he went to contact my Dad for ransom, most likely. With my hands tied behind my back, along with my hands and a piece of tape over my mouth, it was nearly impossible to break free. I tried to move, but the ropes held tight. With the piece of tape, there was no way I could shout for help. He had an attention to detail, that was for sure.

I shivered at the dampness of the cave and only hoped someone would find me. Usually I could handle being captured just fine, but that was when my family wasn't in danger. That made things worse, putting me under pressure.

Movement from the pool caught my attention, though. I rippled slightly, then there was a splash as a torso emerged out of it. My eyes widened at the boy who was there, around my age with black hair and brown eyes. He didn't seem surprised at the sight of me and looked around. Nodding to himself, he reached for my feet and began tearing the ropes apart with only his hands. If I couldn't tear them apart, how could he?!

He then moved on to my hands, having to stretch more out of the water. I nearly jumped when I felt his hands; they were webbed with sharp, pointed nails! Looking down, I saw gray coloring around his waist and soon came to a conclusion: a merman was helping me escape! Once I was free he made to pull away, to dive back into the water, but I grabbed his wrist as I ripped the tape off.

"Wait, please!" I hoped he could understand, "Thanks, but who are you, why did you help me?" He gave me a look and pulled away, disappearing back into the water, but not before I caught sight of the large gray fin on his back, similar to a shark's dorsal fin. I had no time to think about him, though, as I knew the man might be back at any moment. Running out of the cave, I went to the docks so I could call Dad.

The motor had been disconnected, so he had to reconnect it again. And halfway to Bayport, the motor sputtered to a stop because water had been mixed with the gas. Before he could even get out the oars, something tipped the boat over. The last thing he saw were the outraged, glowing brown eyes and the gaping mouth full of sharp teeth. Above, the hull of the boat bobbed in the water as a misty red began to surround it.

Dad had gotten a call and the guy had gone to collect the ransom, as Dad didn't want to risk my life, but he never arrived. Strange...

Finding my boat undamaged, I wanted to go back and look for the merman that helped me, but I wasn't sure if I could find him again. At least I knew I was sure I saw one, at least. And the legends were a bit wrong, as the merman's skin felt the same as mine, not slimy or anything. Maybe, just maybe, if we met again, we can learn more about each other. I'm sure he would want to know more about me, and I want to know more about him.

I felt the boat tip slightly and looked around, confused. Did Dad's enemy sabotage my boat before he left? I was answered when I caught sight oof the merman again, who was leaning on the rail, having hauled a bit of his body out of the water.

"I'm Franklin." he said, though his voiced sounded strange, as if he wasn't used to speaking English. Being a merman, I could guess why, "You wanted my name, right?"

"Um, yeah... Well, I'm Joseph Hardy, but you can just call me Joe." Franklin tilted his head.

"Why do you have two names?"

"Er, Hardy is a last name. It kind of helps distinguish who is related and who isn't." Slowly, Franklin nodded.

"Then you can call me Frank for short, like how you shortened your name."

"Anyway, I need to be heading home now." Something flashed in Frank's eyes, but I couldn't catch what it was.

"Will you be back tomorrow?"

"Of course! I just don't want to worry my family, especially if that man's still on the loose."

"I'll meet you in the cave again, then." He let go of the railing and disappeared into the water, making the boat rock slightly. For a few seconds I just stood there, staring at the spot where he had been, then shook my head. Yep, this wasn't a dream. I had seen and talked to a merman. But the strangeness was overridden by a desire to see him again.

Maybe it was because of his magical beauty that I liked him, like the legends told, but I didn't think so. But there was a strange air about him, though. Something I couldn't quite describe or feel...

I watched as the human turned on his motorboat and pulled away from the docks. He would be mine. I wouldn't kill him, no, but he would be mine. Forever and ever and ever he would be mine. The man that caught him was dead and wouldn't hurt Joe again, I made sure of it.

My tail swished behind me and I grinned. Sometimes, it was great to be a mershark. Once Joe saw how great mersharks are too, he'll see how wonderful I am and will be mine. HE WILL BE MINE!

Yes, another fanfic! And another Psycho-lover!Frank fic. Except this time, he's a bit more obsessed. And I'm sorry about it being so short and not that good. First time writing about mermaids and Joe being an only child.

And speaking of that, my idea is that Joe's handled all of the HB cases on his own with some help from his friends, so that makes him a bit like Frank, but not too much. He'll (mostly) still be the Joe we know and love!

Also, since they're two different people in this fic, it isn't considered incest. However, they are going to be in love. And there will be different types of merpeople Frank will explain later when Joe meets up with him again, and you'll get a chance to see what Frank's lower body looks like.

Anyway, READ & REVIEW!