It's been years since the last time I took in a single breathe of air through my, now, under developed lungs. A life of unforeseen loneliness as whatever has turned me into this creature is now long gone, leaving me all alone.
I'd see ships sail above me, and old rusty ones decay below me. All these old sunken ships, and I've not yet witness one sink. Though it would all be in vain for me to see one sink, because one of its occupants may be the cure to my loneliness.
I couldn't bare to be the cause of several deaths besides one, so when I saw a small fishing boat pass above me, I thought nothing of it until I heard a loud creak-like groaning noise.
I heard the banging of a locked door as it struggled to open. I noticed the gaping hole at the bottom, and watched helplessly as it started to sink. When I saw the cabin, that was still filled with air, I saw a young man, maybe a few years younger than me with curly brown hair and a panicked expression.
His screams were amplified by the emptiness of the cabin. His door was jammed when he noticed me. His eyes made contact with mine as he screamed louder. "Help!" I could make out.
I had to do something. I turned around and banged my long powerful tail against the door and watched it crumple and fall off. The man swam out of the cabin once it filled with water and hurriedly made his way to the surface.
I stayed underneath and watched him up on the surface, occasionally kicking to stay afloat.
Then I realized! This was my opportunity! I swam to the surface but stoped when I was about a foot away from the boy. I haven't used my voice in years, I've forgotten what it sounded like.
It's okay. I can do this. I told my self. I stuck my head above the water.