Under The Sea Romance

Chapter 3

He was a fast swimmer and I struggled to keep up. The current was going against us and I realized we were going back in the direction where I had been dumped about a week ago. It wasn’t a long trip, but he didn’t speak to me during it. I had a feeling he was thinking about this, much like I had been. As we swam I began to warm up and realized it wasn’t from merely swimming, but the water was actually warmer. He stopped suddenly and I about collided into him.

“Well, this is it,” He said pointing downwards, “That’s my cave.”

I offered him an odd look, “You live in a cave?”

He nodded, “It’s safe…safe enough.”

His eyes met mine and he nodded slightly before swimming down into the medium sized cave. It was about as tall as me standing up and just as wide. Inside it got smaller and I looked at the walls and saw drawings. He must have been down here a long time.

“What is that?” I said suddenly, noticing a flicker of light towards the back of the cave.

“Oh, I don’t know what they’re really called, but I’ve been calling them sea lights. They’re just little creatures that give off a light and glow in the dark. Every night I go out and get some to put in the cave. I hate being in the dark,” He said turning towards me.

He plopped down on the cool cave floor and stared up at me. He seemed a bit nervous, but relieved to have found someone.

“You can sit down if you’d like,” He said, pointing towards the small spot opposite of him.

I was surprised at the amount of light the little sea lights gave off. They were like small flashlights beaming light across the walls of the cave. I got a better look at the man opposite of me. No doubt he had been human at one time. I noticed the spiraling tattoo across his right arm, as well as the necklaces that had been weaved together around his neck. His tail was hunter green, but also iridescent and the scales began just above his groin.

The first time I had to use the bathroom, I realized that my dick was nestled into my body and only emerged when I had to use the bathroom, or when I was sexually aroused. One night as I lay on the cold floor I had a dream. It was with a nameless, faceless person. It was purely about relieving my own need and I woke up quickly, before I came and realized that my once flat scaly groin was actually my normal cock with a slightly blue tint to match my tail that surfaced from my body.

I shook myself out of the thought and asked, “How long have you been down here?”

He nodded towards the wall where small scrapes of chalk had been keeping a record, “Nine months and fourteen days—give or take. I passed out for a while in the beginning.”

I nodded, “Me too. Got stuck in some kelp and…and-”

“Had a panic attack?” He asked and I nodded, “It took me a while to figure out how to breathe. In the back of my mind I thought I would suffocate and die regardless of my gills. I think it was all in my head.”

“Yeah,” I agreed silently.

He watched me calmly, “How long have you been down here?”

I folded my arms across my chest and took a deep breath, “Five days…I think.”

“Five days?” He seemed stunned.

I nodded and breathed in deeply.

“I remember my first days,” He said softly, briefly looking away from me, “I had been scared shitless. I tried to befriend that crazy girl, but she wouldn’t have me. I didn’t get shot at, like you did, but it was still depressing to known that I was out here all alone.”

I met his honey colored eyes and sucked on my lip, “I couldn’t have done it.”

He shook his head fiercely and seemed almost angry, “Don’t say that.”

He changed conversation quickly and found a bowl and started making some kind of healing concoction. He spread the paste over my injured shoulder and seemed very clinical about the entire process.

“How’s that?”

“Better,” I responded, “Thanks.”

He put the items away and pulled out some kind of makeshift container with plants and seafood in it. He offered me some of a reddish looking plant and I only raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know what you’ve been eating this week, but I guaranteed this will be better,” He said with a grin.

“What is it?”

He only shrugged, “I don’t know. It tastes like cherries and I haven’t died yet.”

I tentatively took part of it and realized he was right. It did sort of taste like cherries. I wonder what other kind of food he eats and how he sleeps and what he does during the day.

“I have some diced fish too…uh, I don’t know what they’re really called, but it’s as good as sea food can get when you can’t cook it.”

“Thought that was sushi,” I said with a raised eyebrow.

“No, diced fish,” He said seriously and was already cutting me a slice of the raw fish, “Just try it. It’s not as bad as it seems.”

I put my hand out and he gave me a piece. I chewed on it and tried not to make a face. It wasn’t very good. Very fishy tasting. He gave a little half smile that eventually turned into a full fledged grin.

“I suppose it might be an acquired taste,” He said with another shrug.

“I might stick with the cherry plant,” I said and he nodded and offered me more.

“Hey, I ah…didn’t get your name,” He said, running a hand through his collar length auburn hair.

“Raven, and you?” I replied.

“Logan. I’m from Preston Heights—a suburb of St. Louis.”

My head jumped up, “I’m from Everton.”

When we were safe and sound at home we had only lived in neighboring suburbs and only about fifteen minutes from each other. Surprised about this knowledge, he began questioning me.

“How old are you? Where did you get kidnapped? Do you remember what happened?” He began to shoot questions my way.

“I’m twenty-two and I got kidnapped at the Wadesboro Factory—the abandoned one on 5th street. I try not to remember what happened…I don’t really like to think about it.”

He nodded in a sympathetical way, “I’m twenty-three. I think that the crazy girl looks to be around our age, too. There must be a reason.”

I yawned widely as we talked for another hour. I never realized exactly how lonely I had become. I was so relieved to share this with someone else—someone who would understand.