Crescent Wanning Moon

I have found this dairy on an old ship that was only half sunken. After also managing to find a quill and ink horn among the treasures of my beloved cave I decided to document my watery nightmare as I await for him to come back for me.


I thought it would be best if I tell you how I came to be. How I came to be some cold, sorrowful creature. I wasn't always like this. Did not always have a tail, but love changes you in the most absurd ways.


When I was young in years, about eighteen, I fell in love with a man who was in love with the sea. Me and him traveled the seas on his ship, seeing the most beautiful and breath taking places one could not even imagine in this world. His eyes sparkled in a way no man's did as he watched the oceans ever changing surface.


Many nights we'd sit with the crew and listen to their stories of the waters we sailed in. Most poked fun that I was a girl, one even going as far as to tell us an old sea tale that spoke of how it was bad luck to have a woman aboard. That poor soul never realized how true his words were. For one night... that horrid night... everything went wrong.


It started out as a normal night. The sea was calm and there were no clouds in sight. But as the day dragged on clouds began to surround us. the waves picked up... I remember being slammed against the railing as one tried to flip us. I hit my head and... and when I awoke he was holding me up onto a piece of wood. The lettering of the ships name was etched onto this wood. When I looked around the ship as a whole was not there and debris was scattered in the water around us. Our mens' bodies were submerged, some sinking to the depths of the sea. He was still alive though and so was I, though just barely.


Days marched by turning to weeks. At some point I had lost all knowledge of time. But we still held on. He was dying and I knew if a miracle did not happen soon, we'd both die. It would seem that he was thinking of the same thing.


One night the water in front of us started to glow. A figure I could not describe with such plainness that the human language provides emerged and came close enough for us to make it out as a man of a godly status. He spoke to us and told us that our time was near. I thought it to be some strange dream brought on by lack of food and energy. But this figure continued to speak. He told us that we had a choice. That he could... give one of us eternal life. But as he went on he explained that only one could receive this eternal life if the other gave what was left of their life up.


I felt sicked at what happened next. He told the figure to take the rest of his life. And when I went to protest a sharp pain went through my spine and blackness filled my vision. My love had knocked me out so that I could not give my life for him. As I blacked out though I could hear him promise to come back for me. And when I awoke the godly figure was gone and he was limp beside me. What was more was that upon inspection of myself I found that my legs were replaced by a fish like, pearly white tail.


After finding a place to give my love a proper burial I said my last goodbyes to that form of him and set out to wait for him to return in his next life.


It has been centuries. I have lost count of dates and now only go by the moon's cycle to tell me how much time has passed. He hasn't returned. But something inside... Deep inside me tells me.... he's coming.


~ Sophia


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