The most daunting question of all time. Aside to "Doctor Who?, "Who is The Doctor?". "'What is his name?" questions. The one that haunts one young mind. A mind that landed the human being into deep and scanderlous heart of courage. Human heart. How did I get in this situation in the first place?... Jennet questions herself. As she sat in a transparent white tube.
But that is not the question.
There are so many merfreaks in the room she could not plot her escape. Some of them were staring at her. Their scales of rotten dark green disgusted the eyes are like reptiles with triple hair is similar to tangled seaweed that is dead. Their garments didn't glister in the sun. Or shine their proudility. Merfreak garments are dull like. Not a peep or sparkle.
"sdg;KNSDGLKNDSG sdgbgb bpsogh wep ebgewpgi bdekdg o[hsdeo j sgpiaw ..wlrqqgeoi!" A Merfreak spoke to another other fake eye seemed to be staring at Jennet at the same time. They didn't speak english offboard their ships. "Are you serious? This digusting little organiism is going to be crowned...QUEEN?!" Is what the fake eyed merfreak said.
"BSDGOIHSG spgbppgse we[o[wjwrwoppowhp." The very old one replied, Jennet's eyes noticed he has a very long trail of seaweed strands that are a very light gray. Similar to the fashion of man beards when they are elderly. "SOON TO BE QUEEN, to be correct." The old one had said.
It's unheard of. To bring in a human and convert him/her to their species. By first getting them crowned as king/queen. But they would have to keep them preserved until the crowning. Being exposed to their ocean can have some discreet this crown can so change the person wearing it into the specices they are king or queen of. I hope the guys are gong to find me sometime soon! Jennet watched in and hope.
The Question is...To be crowned or not to be crowned.