Risk
Risk, by First Mate Yenay.
The Captain took me aside today. She wasn't cruel, only concerned. She reminded me that we know so little about the mer and where they came from. I am not about to listen to old stories of pirates being dragged under the waves and transformed! And if it were to happen, at least I could be with him. I dove into the sea again that night, eager to wash away the argument. I soon found that I was not the only one who had had a confrontation that day. There was a scratch on his arm. Deep, I think, though he would not let me touch it. Nor tend to the wound, not that I knew how. I swam with him instead. I awoke today to a wrongness – to silence. Now it is nearly the evening, and I have not heard his song. Every moment until sunset is agony.
