Caylender's AN: Captain and Caylender are horrible people and should be publicly tar and feathered. Captain: Hey! No, that's so violent! Caylender: Wait...I take that back since that sounds awful. Good point Captain. It is kind of my fault this is late since my brain is a sea slug and refuses to cooperate with my writer's soul. Captain: Nice pun and nice cheese. Caylender: Yup, and you can't teach that.

Without further ado, here is the first official chapter. Yay!

Chapter 1: Human Stuff

"You know how creepy you're being right now?" Roman's deep voice broke Dean out of his revere.

Dean shook his head. "What?'

Roman grinned. "I don't know if it's just in our culture, but I think that this stalking thing is weird."

Dean rolled his eyes. "It's not stalking if she's coming to me. How can I stalk her if I can't follow her?"

Seth swam up to his brothers. "That's the problem, man. Every time that princess takes a ship out, you spend the entire time gazing up at her, dreamily. No offense, Dean, but you're torturing yourself here."

Dean shrugged. "I don't see any harm with it. It's not like I'll actually do anything…"

Roman grinned over at Seth. "I think Dean's in love."

Dean glared at him. "I'm not in love. It's just that something just feels right about her."

Roman threw an arm around Dean's shoulders. "We don't judge, brother. We're just here to keep you company and keep you out of trouble."

Seth poked Dean's side. "Or to save you from being caught in a big net…Whichever is more crucial."

Dean scowled. "That was only once, and it wasn't even my fault."

"Sure, sure," Seth said, condescendingly.

Roman just smiled in a pacifying way.

"I'm serious. It was just that it was dark and I had that stupid cough and- Wait. What's that over there?"

"What?"

"Over there!" Dean said as he darted away, swimming furiously.

"Dean!" Seth called after him as he took off after his brother, leaving Roman to sigh and half-heartedly follow after the two. It wasn't like he wasn't concerned about his brothers; he just didn't feel like it was necessary to always be in such a stinking hurry all the time.

"Neptune! Look at this! Look at this thing!" Dean shouted waving something around in the water.

"What is that?" Seth asked; his brow was furrowed in confusion.

"I don't know! But it's awesome!"

Roman finally caught up to the two, and he was in the midst of wondering why he didn't always have some seaweed tied around his brothers' tails. It would be so much easier to keep track of them that way.

"Let me see already! Hold it still a minute!"

Dean stopped waving the object around and presented it to his brothers, wearing a proud smirk. "Ta freaking da"

It was a relatively small object, slightly longer than Dean's hand and metallic. It had a narrow handle that stretched into four skinny prongs on the opposite end from the handle.

"Huh," Roman said as he mused, trying to figure out the purpose of such a strange object. "That is pretty cool. But what the heck is it for?"

Seth smiled mischievously. "You don't know?"

Roman peered closer and shrugged. "Maybe humans stick it in their hair to keep it in place."

Dean smiled dreamily. "I bet it belongs to her."

"Yeah? And what would she use it for, Deano?"

"I don't know. Maybe she uses it to scratch her back. Or scrape algae off of walls or something..."

Roman wrinkled his nose. "That's not really an attractive mental image, Dean. I think imagining it as a hair ornament is better."

"Who cares? All that matters is it might have been in her own fins …"

"It's a fork, you dorks."

Roman grimaced. "Cool it with the swears, Seth. There's no reason to call us that. And what's a fork?"

"Sorry," Seth said. "That was rude of me. A fork is something the humans use to eat. You stab things with the pokey end."

Dean nodded in approval. "Stabbing things, huh?"

"Food things, Dean. Nothing living."

Dean pouted. "Fine, let's get this back to the Grotto, so Triple H doesn't see us with it."

"Yeah, that's the last thing we'd need," Roman said, softly.

Seth wrinkled his nose and said as they swam away from the ship and the open waters, "that guy gives me the creeps. I know I shouldn't say crap like that, but I don't like how fixated he is on us. It's not normal."

As the three made their way to the hidden grotto, they didn't notice the sleuthing stingray that was following them. When they reached the hidden entrance, they carefully entered, and the stingray smirked. Triple H would love to hear about this.

Dean quickly swam over to his corner and proudly placed his newly acquired fork on the candelabra to display it properly.

"Doesn't it look great in my collection?" Dean asked with a big grin.

Roman and Seth admired the shining fork that perched on the candelabra with a knife, a spoon, and several other rusty forks.

"Yeah, looks great! It fits right in with the others!"

"I like it," Roman said, simply.

Seth swam over to his personal collection of musical instruments. He reverently touched a trombone. "I really wish I could find someone who can play one of these. How cool would it be to actually hear what it sounds like on the Surface World? Air makes a huge difference to how they actually sound. At least that's what I've come to believe. I could be wrong though."

"It can't sound all that different," Roman said with a shrug.

"Yeah, it can! They don't make any sounds underwater!"

Roman frowned and carefully picked up one of his dozens of hairbrushes. "I wonder if these work any differently on the surface." He shrugged and carefully brushed his hair.

Dean sighed and glanced at his brothers. "Well, should we head back? We don't want to raise any red flags."

Seth nodded. "We should. Last thing we need is Hunter becoming suspicious."

The three brothers swam out of the grotto, and Dean glanced back at his new fork, longing to find the Princess, so he could be part of her world, too.

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