Calvin looked down over the cliff at the bottom, the brightly colored cloth of his hang glider torn and broken from the fall it had taken. He could faintly see the arm protruding out from the jumbled mess, motionless and twisted in an unnatural way. Well... he had obviously misjudged the wind, after all. He glanced up at the far cliff where his friends were shouting in horror, and dialing on their satellite phone for someone to help.

Well, if he was standing up here, while his body was obviously down there, there would be no need for help. He was a smart man after all, so he figured he was probably dead.

"Well shit." He ran a hand through his blond hair in frustration. "Am I supposed to haunt these cliffs or something? Shouldn't I be on my way topside? I don't think I was that bad..."

"Oh aren't you the smart cookie?" A female voice said from behind him, and Calvin turned around to see a small woman dressed in a pink leotard, complete with a glittery pink tutu and a small crown. The small wooden wand in her hand was topped with a star at the top, which seemed to leave glitter in the air whenever it moved. Wait- were those small butterfly wings at her back? Couldn't be.

"Who the hell are you?" Calvin couldn't help but stare, not only at the strange outfit but the fact that she was about twelve inches tall.

"I'm Driscilla. Your fairy godmother. You really shouldn't play such dangerous sports, you know. I know all work and no play makes a dull boy but I'm sure other sports would have been just as fun." She floated over the side of the cliff and looked down, tsking softly.

"I hadn't exactly planned on this, you know." Calvin turned toward her with a sullen tone. "I'd much rather have made the glide and gone back home to finish up the program."

"Ah yes, your computer mumbo jumbo. I'm afraid all that knowledge is going to go to waste where you're heading, but a smart boy like you can adapt. Second chance, two birds with one stone! Are you ready to go?" She smiled, twirling her wand as she floated back over to him.

"What on earth are you babbling about?" He scoffed.

"Oh I'm going to enjoy this." Driscilla chuckled before rearing her wand back over her head and knocking it against his head with enough force to make him dizzy. He stumbled for a bit before losing his footing and falling off the cliff, sailing through the air in panic before landing in water.

Water? He sputtered and swam to the surface, looking around and spotting a burning ship in the distance as it sank into the sea. Floating debri crowded around him and he struggled over to the nearest large chunk of wood, hanging onto it as it helped him bob above the water.

"What the hell is happening?" He yelled as water filled his lungs, making him choke and spit it out, the salty taste telling him he was in the ocean. How had he gotten here?

"Calm down, princey poo." Driscilla appeared in a puff of glitter and pink smoke above him. This time she was dressed in a Victorian style swimming outfit, complete with an inflatable rubber duck inner tube stuck around her waist. "You're just going down with the ship. It's all part of the process."

"What?" Calvin shouted in alarm, looking back at the burning ship that was floating toward him. "How did I even get here?"

"Why, I brought you here! You're a prince from a foreign land, come to the kingdom your father conquered. Your share is the coastline, rich with resources and wealth. Isn't it wonderful? Don't worry about the whole 'but the prince was a different person' thing, he actually did go down with the ship. A little dust and poof, you're him! Everyone will recognize you, too. Not bad, if I do say so myself." She blew the glitter off the end of her wand smugly.

"Prince?" Calvin sputtered as water filled his mouth again, spitting it out. "Why did you bring me here?"

"Pay attention, boy. I'm giving you a second chance. I don't think you want to float around with a harp all day, right? I'd think a daredevil like you would get pretty bored with that getup." The fairy put her hands on her hips in frustration.

Calvin looked around with renewed interest. "You mean I get to live again? Start over?"

"Not quite. There are stipulations, you know. The deal is, you get one month to find your true love. She's around here somewhere, but you're going to have to figure out who. Being a prince I'm sure plenty of women will throw themselves at you, so be careful. If you find her, you get to stay. If you don't find her within a month, then it's harps and halos forever."

He heard a splash nearby as something fell into the water, but didn't see anything in that direction put open sea. What on earth was going on?

"Now, I've got to go. Be a good boy and stay here as long as you can. I'm sure help will find you soon." She patted the top of his head with a hand before disappearing in a poof of pink smoke.

Calvin hung onto the driftwood, cursing under his breath as his hands started to get numb from the cold water. It wasn't long before the rest of his body turned numb, the sky starting to burn red with the sunset before he slipped, scrabbling for grip on the wood before he slipped into the water, his heavy clothes dragging him under. He looked around in panic as he struggled to swim upwards, the salt stinging his eyes as he saw a flash of shimmering blue in the distance, his eyes rolling up as he fell unconcious from lack of air.

He dreamed of a woman, long black hair flowing down her shoulders as she stared at him in shock, her hand resting against his cheek as her mouth moved, but he couldn't hear anything she said. Her blue eyes were as deep as the ocean itself, her soft touch rousing him from the darkness that had overtaken him. She looked up and disappeared as quickly as she had come, the dream fading.

Calvin struggled for air as sand ground against his cheek, a voice calling through his foggy mind as he tried to focus his eyes.

"Your Highness, please! Speak to me!" A man shouted in alarm beside him, shaking his shoulder violently to try to wake him up.

"Stop stop, my head is killing me." Calvin struggled to sit up, coughing out water as his lungs seized with pain from being waterlogged.

"Oh thank the Gods you're alright." The man sighed with relief and lifted him up so he was sitting against a rock that jutted out of the sand.

Calvin remembered the dream, staring out at the sea in confusion. "Was there a woman on the beach when you came?" He rubbed his head as it acked.

"A woman? No sire, no woman." The man said in confusion. "Just you, and the sea."

Calvin hummed thoughtfully as he looked at the ocean, thinking for a moment. He recognized this story... if he was destined to be with some hot mermaid chick, that was fine by him. He would have to keep a look out for those amazing eyes of hers.

He struggled to his feet, wobbling a bit before standing straight and wringing some of the water out of his shirt. Right- prince... he was a prince. How did a prince act after being shipwrecked? Probably like anyone else. "Let's just go home. What did you say your name was?"

"Alfred, sir. I'm to be your manservant." The man bowed deeply.

"Alfred. Right." He couldn't help but chuckle at the irony. Maybe he should change his name from Calvin to Bruce. "Which way to the castle, Alfred?"

"This way, sire." The man took an arm over his shoulder to help Calvin walk up the steep slope of the shoreline, chattering about the storm that had just blown through, how amazing it was that he had survived and what the servants in the castle were talking about.

Calvin couldn't help but glance one last time at the ocean behind him, wishing he could have seen that woman another time...