Now that he was in one of the more remote parts of the ocean, this was his chance to find some new and interesting data, since this particular area hadn't been observed well or often over the past decade. Arthur began his work, testing the sea water at various depths—by doing so one could gather information on the various organisms present—plant life, signs of fish life be it an adult fish or offspring etcetera.
Two hours or so into his work and the Briton was already growing slightly irritated.
Not a single guppy had been sighted so far-or anything for that matter-save for the herring gulls and an occasional cormorant.
Getting up from his perch (which was a simple camping deck chair) he snatched his travelling satchel up and rummaged around in it until his hand skimmed across a familiar surface—his leather bound journal with which he'd be recording every last detail-including his frustrations (why not? It would only add to how accurate his field study would be anyway.)
Immediately he started scribbling down notes which read as follows;
Day one—
Date: July 5th
Location: Seaweed cove.
Time: Approximately 2:30PM
Weather: Mild, cloudy, no signs of precipitation from clouds overhead. Temperature ranging from 12 degrees Celsius to 15 degrees.
Further notes:
As it states on the top of the page, it's day one of my marine observational studies assignment.
The journey here was quite agreeable to say in the least-what with the scenery and occasional sightings of dolphin tails skimming beneath the surface of the water.
However, when I did arrive here it's as if I, or my boat have scared all signs of bloody life here off!
The village folk spoke of Merfolk, Sirens-I can't even recall the other terms for them but I'll have you know that that's a load of rubbish, upon my arrival I had noticed that in order to get to my destination I did need to carefully manoeuvre my vessel around possibly treacherous rocks and old wrecks—that'll explain why so many sailors have ne'er returned home, because of having their ships sunk by these hazards rather than some magical mermaid or merman flopping up on deck and singing at them.
But that's enough talk of myth—I shan't include any more of it in my records from here on in.
What I can say about this area so far is that it most certainly is flourishing with various sea weeds-
Fucus vesiculosus, Ascophyllum nodosum and Bifurcaria bifurcata being the more dominant species here though I'm sure I'll discover the names of the rest of them during my stay here.
I've run a few tests on the water here, these are the exact readings so far;
Salinity of seaweed cove's water: 3.5 %
Oxygen: 85.8%
Sodium: 1.08%
PH levels: Fluctuating between 7.3- 7.9.
With this much recorded I have nothing further to add to this.
Tomorrow's data should be much more promising with any luck.
-Arthur Kirkland.
With that much written out he shut the journal and stuffed the pen into the pocket spine of it, setting them both back into the satchel for later to re-read perhaps.
The green eyed male scanned the surface of the water facing off in the direction of the south, the sun now peeping through the clouds causing the waters to shimmer and glitter.
Right—that was enough work for today he'd mentally come to the conclusion that having some tea and sandwiches would be quite wonderful about now.
And so without further ado he made his way below deck to parch his thirst and appease his now growling stomach.
Now that the activity on the boat had seemed to die down somewhat and that he was certain the human's eyes wouldn't be able to detect his presence he eased himself down from the barnacle encrusted rock with a slight 'thunk' sound, gracefully his lustrously scaled azure tail allowed him to bring himself closer and closer to that small little vessel which was now bopping slightly as the tide changed and the waves became just that little bit more turbulent.
He swam around once, twice, thrice all the while sporting a mischievous and curious grin.
It had been much too long since humans had dared to venture here after all, so naturally the Merman was going to be quite the curious creature.
He was fascinated with the boat and all the little dangly things hanging down from it-ooops perhaps he shouldn't have yanked that rather odd looking piece of black and white seaweed? No that wasn't seaweed-what did humans call it again? Chords? Wires-wires that's the term.
Oh well-the human wouldn't miss one little wire now would he?
After some time had passed by he figured he'd paid a long enough visit for today-but vowed to return again soon perhaps even let his presence by known the next time-as well as having a boat and fun new contraptions to play with he'd soon have a human too.
Was he to eat him or was he going to just plan on keeping him? Only time would tell.
{Dun-dun-DUN~!
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