Chapter 3
Ravel looks behind him to check that the cost is clear, all OK. He runs forward like a galloping pony and hurls himself of the cliff and into the deep sea green waters below, the cold dose not stop him as he plummets into the oceans depths. The tiny fish scatter out of his way as his legs join and a silky skin washes over them. Sunset orange scales begin to form and his legs lengthen as the tip of his tail grows and bright orange spikes emerge up his back and his neck. A bronze chest plate appears on his chest strapped on by a burgundy leather. The chest plate sticks tight to his chest and reflects the sunlight. Gills form and Ravel breathes in a deep breath. He emerges from the depths with a crazy smile on his face, Erskine Ravel was a merman.
He swirls around fishes and races dolphins, splashes his shimmering tail and befriends crab. Ravel swam far out and watched the boats sail across sea-green water, keeping away from prying eyes though, Not wanting to be seen and endanger his kind. He raced to the light house and circled it until he was dizzy, Ravel loops the treasure from the long ago sunken ship around his neck and lets the golden rays of the sunset touch it and show its beauty. He slowly started to make his way back to the cliff, floating on his back with his tail shining in the sunlight.
