Curse Of the Sea: Sophia's Diary

June 7th 1714

2011-10-12T08:46:00.000-07:00

I had been so careful. Leaving fruits and shellfish just at the edge of the water so he would think they had just floated in and always watching from the shadowy waters beyond his sight. The filthy pirate had thought himself lucky, I would guess, to be somewhere food often fell upon. But I made a large mistake... One that was now eating him alive.

A day ago he had spotted the treasure near the far back of the cave. And like any pirate he did two things. First, he made sure it was real, second he let his greediness get the better of him. I couldn't help myself I had to stop him before he took the gold out of greed. It was cursed. Said to bring hysteria to those who take out of greed.

I brought myself out of the water as far as I could and then let myself fall back, creating a splash that caught his attention. But, no matter how quickly I moved, I wasn't quick enough for my whole tail to be hidden in the shadows before he caught sight of the pearly scales that came to a much too narrow angle before the fin to be any fish.

Now all I can do is watch as he walks about in a huff of fear, unknowing that it was I who had scared him so. I can't help but to think of the sailor tales about the maids of the sea. Women with lovely voices who would seduce men into a watery death. Was that what he was thinking he saw? A monster with an angels face? Something that was not me...

June 4th 1714

2011-06-04T21:19:00.000-07:00

In my mind I know this seems like strange thing to write in this dairy, but I think my life has changed for the better from another's loss. Today was calm, much like that horrible day so long ago, and like that day it turned bad. I couldn't help myself. I went to the surface to watch the lightening and rain. It helped numb me until I saw a ship caught in the waves. My heart caught in my throat as I watched the men fall to their deaths. As I watched I noticed one man fall back, tripping over the ship's rail, and another try helping him but failing. The man who fell hit the water hard and immediately began to sink. Something in me couldn't let him die. The others didn't move me in any way, but for some reason this one lanky pirate made me long to be near him.

I ducked under the water and grabbed a hold of his hand. I caught a glimpse of his hazel eyes before they closed. Before anything else could happen I noticed a glimmer in the water and also grabbed it. Realizing it was a watch I placed it in my mouth and continued with what I was doing. Wrapping my arms under his arms and around his chest I pulled him to the surface so he could breath. I easily swam with him for a while, bringing him to the cave so he'd be safe. But once we were only a few good body lengths away I started to feel tired. I was grateful when I plunged his nose and dove under the water to enter the mouth of the cave near the bottom of a shallow ledge.

Once we were in the cave I pushed him up on the bank, but sadly I was to tired to move his whole body out of the water. Now I'm just waiting for him to wake and messing with the pocket watch that fell off of his body earlier. I now have a way to tell time and something about that made my heart light. I don't want to just show myself to him, but I do want to see those eyes again. But I must go. He is stirring and he shall not see me quite yet.

~Sophia

Robert's Story

Crescent Wanning Moon

2011-05-28T14:32:00.000-07:00

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

Robert's story