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The waves are high and the wind is strong, the water is black and the sky is screaming. Like a thousand harpies and a million crows, the crashing waves are howling your name.
Someone else is calling your name, too, but you don’t care to hear them until a pair of strong, rough hands grab you by the shoulders, shakes you to wake you from your trance and then drags you away from the rocks. And you know you’re not supposed to be out here because when the water is black the mermaids are playing and when they play, when they play, little fisherkids like you turn into fish and swim with them in the black waves forever and ever and ever.