Ariel was swimming… as she had every day, even after her heart had been tugged. She was gliding along the bottom looking upon the stones as they sparkled back at her. She was swimming fast, making the rocks appear as nothing but a blur, but she soon saw a flash of green and stopped to backtrack. What she found was iridescent to the ocean, something so ordinary that one did not care to stop and look, a piece of seaweed. This brought back strong memories of days past, and it brought tears as she reached down to pluck the weed from its resting place and drape it across her chest… strong memories indeed.
After the moments mourning she looked to the stones and they no longer sparkled. Ariel swam to the surface and looked into the sky. It was cloudy, and a storm was coming…a strong one.
It started to rain and Ariel kept her head to the heavens as the water fell atop her. Every day since that eventful night in her memory she had come to the surface to stare at the sky, rain or shine. It was one thing that reminded her of Jordan, her only love, and no matter how hard she had tried, she never forgot him, not that she wanted to. But it was just another memory, and she didn't want it that way.
The thunder finally started in, but this only made Ariel smile, so many things on the surface made her remember, and she reveled in them all. As the thunder started so did the wind, and with the wind came waves, waves that tossed Ariel easily in the air and back into the water. She stayed and let the waves take her; it had been a mistake.
Once she finally got control of herself she looked around her, and directly to the left of her was a large ship. She stared up toward the deck and saw a face, a beautiful face, the only face she needed to see, but there was wind, and there was waves; waves that threw her away out of sight of that beautiful face.
When she had finally gained control of herself she dove back under the water and found a flat space of rocks to sit on. Once she sat she thought to herself of that beautiful face, it was Jordan's she could feel it, but at the same time it wasn't. She had many times seen his exact face in the fish and merfolk she encountered everyday, and if she could imagine his face in them, it would be all too easy to do with a human.
She began to sleep then, right there so that she could dream; dream of him, and the storm, and the seaweed, and of him.