My computer died…I swear it did. .
Denny walked around his shack. Or, I suppose its more of pacing. Sometimes he would sit down, but that usually only lasted a few seconds. Immediately he would stand back up and start pacing again, he was thinking of ways to her again.
To see the mermaid.
He considered asking his friend Vaughn for help (it was Wednesday after all), but then again, that didn't seem like a smart idea. Vaughn wasn't as social as most people. It was a miracle that Denny had even managed to become friends with him.
Two hours of pacing can be horrifying, as Denny soon found out. He groaned and feel on his bed (which wasn't much a bed, more like a mat.)
After five minutes, someone knocked on Denny's door. Denny groaned, but still answered the door, "What?"
"Woah," Vaughn said, a bit surprised by the coldness from the usually cheerful fisherman, "Just makin' sure you didn't kill your self. The whole island can hear ya groanin' about something." Denny sighed and opened the door a little wider; Vaughn took this as an invitation to come in. "So what's up?"
"What would you say if I told you I met a mermaid?" Denny asked.
"I'd say you're either crazy, had a weird dream, or you'd spent too much time inhalin' the smell of fish. Though the latter might fall under crazy." Vaughn replied.
Denny mumbled something and sighed, "Ok…let's say I was dreaming." Denny looked directly at Vaughn, "What would I do to have the same dream again?"
"Repeat everythin' you did the day you had the dream." Vaughn shrugged, "I dunno. But seriously? A mermaid? You really are a fisherman."
"Why thank you for noticing." Denny mumbled unhappily. Denny sighed and lied down on his back, "I am seriously not going out into the middle of a storm again. Way too dangerous."
Vaughn raised an eyebrow, "The middle of a storm? Wow, Denny. I thought you knew better."
Denny rolled his eyes, "When don't you use sarcasm?"
"Practically never. I take it you're in a better mood then?"
"Yep." Denny answered, absently looking at the ceiling.
"'Kay, I'll be leavin' then." Vaughn tipped his hat and left, leaving Denny on the floor, thinking about what to do.
The more Denny thought about it, the more risking his life sounded like the only way to see the mermaid again. It was decided.
Denny was going to head out to sea in the next hurricane.
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Of course, Denny didn't know when the next hurricane would hit. So everyday- like usual- he would go out, fish for three hours, come back, and ask Taro about the next day's weather.
The end of summer was arriving faster than Denny expected, he was beginning to think he'd have to wait until the next summer to see the mermaid again, until of course…
"Sorry Denny, you better pack up, there's a hurricane brewing for tomorrow." Old man Taro said, nodding his head, though not very happy with the fact.
At first Denny didn't react, just the usual, "Oh, OK." And left, half-way to his shack, he realized what the Old Man had said. A hurricane. Denny's prayers had finally been answered! Denny started to giggle like a madman, getting many stares from the locals. He put his hand over his mouth, but the giggles didn't stop.
"Hey, Denny~!" A voice called out.
Denny stopped giggling to see who it was, "Oh, uh, H-hey Lanna." He said, stuttering from the giggles still trying to escape his mouth.
"Wacha giggling about?" She asked, a bright smile plastered on her face, rocking back and forth on her feet.
"It's a secret." Denny put a finger over his lips, winking one eye.
"I wanna know!" Lanna exclaimed, excitement in her eyes.
Denny made an 'X' with his arms, "Sorry, a secret's a secret, maybe later."
"But, Denny~!" Lanna exclaimed.
"Butts, Lanna, are for sitting!" He exclaimed, not wanting to make the pop-star mad. Lanna started giggling at his comment. He took this as an opportunely to walk off to his shack, leaving a very giggly Lanna on the beach.
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