Do You Still Like Us?

4 gals step out of the boat onto a soft and sandy wide bay beach. to their right in the distance is a beautiful port town full of obvious personality. to their left in the distance is a beautiful port town obviously full of personality. the colors don’t quite match, but they are such the same. the 4 gals walk to one end of the bay and examine the tiny town. it is cute. after a while they turn around and walk to the other end of the bay and examine the other tiny town. it is cute. the differences are hard to spot. they take their time examining and appreciating the cute tiny of it all as the sun dips in the distance and 2 fleets of ships quietly, quickly, swift dip back from the horizon. the fog is now gone, but the dark obscures all their figures as the fleet swiftly, unevenly splits and begins to sail swiftly back home to their tiny homes. 4 gals eventually notice the fleets return and hide in the dark shadows, watching, waiting, wondering, who are these cute tinies?

“monsters!!!!”

far over the horizon loud cracks and booms boom and crack loudly far and far away. the sounds slowly, lazily grow louder and closer as their boat lazily floats slowly closer towards.

As 4 gals tread water they smile and laugh about their adventure so far, such a silly and beautiful and scary thing. They wade and laugh and breath and float easily on their backs until just over the horizon a blob of a speck of boat sails slowly towards them. Tiny and dinky it slowly draws near, big enough to hold 4 little gals, an obvious leaking and sinking mess. As they all climb over the soaked and damp and ruggedly rough edges they wetly splash into an ankle deep of salty sea. They tiredly lay upon their backs, breathing, the water not reaching past their proud cheeks as they stare and smile into the deep, pure blue sky above. The boat floats on as sky turns to star.

“We must save them!”

“Ok you are right”

‘and we think we have seen what there is too see for now’

deeper down and so things row, beauty and gold and rose and old, and new and strange and pains with clever brains, and souls with personalities, and moles digging too down and deep, and a silly misunderstanding between a jelly’s large belly thinking they had first dibs on the old song and melody, only to sink their teeth on folds of jellied beets, more fins then feets, more fins than feats, din after din until in the cacophony, still 4 heartings beat beatly beat, awwed and wondered at sights they’ve never seen, scenes new and not before, nothing settles, just shifts farther, darker, further down into then and than well past before and than and then until there’s almost more...

and a cute moment soon turns ingenious as quick hands grab quickly passing turtles, fully stomached on the easy poaching below and quick on their ways back to the aire above, adept merhands quickly pumping and stealing milky turtle bubble burps strong, full of breath and turtlely aires of milky, round and strong bubble skins holding strong beneath the surfaces above. the mermaids deftly place the milky, airy bubbles gently over the 4 gals heads.

and cold waters push hard and overwhelming, stealing all breath and tightening pores, huge bubbles of air gushing towards their faces, bursting and confusing and popping all around. hands dart out from the dark towards their faces, pinching their cheeks, brushing back their stray hairs until sweet faces emerge from the murk and freeze of’ the moment quick. the water churns, turns normal, clear as 4 gals find themselves serenely floating deep below above, a skool of mermaids hovering, dodging around them, smiling, blushing and glowing interest.