I sat in my glass room looking out at the underwater city, thinking about my wife and child.
I wondered if they were okay and where they were.
Knock, Knock.
I turned around to see Leia banging on the glass.
Standing up very slowly I walked over to her.
She was smiling brightly and a dozen other mermaids with puffy hats stood behind her each carrying a dish.
Though I noticed as they held their dishes, their noses were wrinkled up in disgust.
I wondered if it was me that smelled so bad.
I hadn't taken a bath in several days and the sea water smell plus my odor must not have smelled the best.
As the mermaids with puffy hats approached closer the two mermaids who were guarding me also wrinkled up their noses.
Leia turned to see the mermaids and their wrinkled noses.
She glared and made a very rude sign with her hands.
Turning back to me, she smiled again, her pearly whites nearly blinding me.
She yelled at the mermaids once more, (who looked like they might faint any moment) and they approached my room, dumping the dishes into a shoot.
The dishes were reached by me immediately, looking a little wet but other than that fine.
As I looked over the dishes I understood why the mermaids (who before were wrinkling their noses) now gave me looks of pure disgust.
Grilled Fish.
I could tell that was not a meal they cooked often.
I looked up at Leia.
The other mermaids were gone.
"Enjoy my love."
I glared at her.
"I am not your love!" I snapped.
Leia smiled.
"But you soon will be. Kisses." She blew me a bubble kiss and retreated back into the ocean.
I glanced warily at the dishes.
What did she mean?
Were they poisoned?
I sniffed the fish cautiously.
I didn't smell anything out of the ordinary.
But I wasn't stupid, so I laid the food aside.
The tall red headed mermaid was looking away, but the young one with the long curly blue hair was mouthing something to me.
I was a really bad lip reader.
I shook my head to show I didn't understand.
She pointed to the fish and then put her hands up to her throat.
Then she pointed to the seaweed and gave me a big smile.
She was either telling that grilled fish tasted bad or that it was poisonous.
Either, or I smiled back at her and moved the fish to the far side of the room and nibbled on the seaweed.
Tasted about as good as turnips, which was Mark's and mine's most hated vegetable.
But it kept me alive so right now I couldn't complain.
I glanced at the young mermaids back.
With her help I could escape.