Island's Treasure (JmBz and Bethia)

[JmBz]

A lone fishing boat lulled in the sea water, as the owner stood in the back of it, net in hand. He glanced to the horizon; storm clouds were forming, and nasty looking ones at that. He would have to make this last one count. He cast the net off the boat, as it sank into the water. He leaned against the railing, looking downwards at the rippling water.

The man's name was Daniel Chack. He was a tall man, with scraggly dark brown hair and emerald green eyes, as well as a subtle stubble on his chin. At 24 years old, he had been fishing as a hobby for three years; he didn't really care for the amount of fish that he caught in his endeavors, he just enjoyed fishing. He glanced at the island that was a few miles away from his boat. He had several rumors about the island, such as it being the home of merfolk and there being a fountain of youth. He shook his head; he didn't believe in such stories, and the only ones that did were children and the occasional drunk back in town.

Daniel focused his attention back to the net. He pulled on the rope it was attached to, which was taut. He started pulling it up, straining a little. That's odd, it's heavier than usual this time, he thought, as he finally hauled it up and gently placed it down onto the boat floor. He saw the fish wriggling about, but he also noticed something...larger. He couldn't make out what it was, due to how thick the netting was. His curiosity peaking, he opened the net.

 

[Bethia]

Arabella had put off her change as long as she could, however the sea had called her back like it always did. She had gone out for a swim after a brief phone call to her slightly older sister, Maribelle, to tell her where she was going as usual. Maribelle hadn't been pleased, especially because the storm was rolling in, however she did understand. The call of the sea was too much for merfolk, it was something that they all needed, without occasionally swimming in the sea, the merfolk would begin to die slowly, their bodies aching and eventually they'd come down with a fever then die if they didn't swim.

Ara was just swimming along, playing with the fish when suddenly, a net fell down on her, ensnaring both her and the fish. She tried to fight it, however the net had disoriented her, and she couldn't tell which way the surface was and which way she needed to swim. It didn't mater a moment later though, because she was pulled out of the water and dropped on the deck of the boat. All she could do was there, her slightly longer than shoulder length golden hair plastered against her, and her blue scales, complete with the matching bikini top her sister had made her using her baby scales, glimmered in the light.

She was gasping for air, glad that although her primary source of air with her tail showing was water, she could still take in surface air to an extent. Many merfolk would have suffocated from situations similar to hers if it wasn't for that little quirk. Her fingers and arms were entangled in the net, and it rubbed her scales and pinched her fins uncomfortably, so much so that she whimpered softly when the fisherman moved the net.

"Please... Water... Or towel..." She wheezed having a bit of a hard time talking from the effort of breathing surface air in her current state.