This is a story that I wrote just for a set of students and their teacher (a friend of mine), posted on Mud Job 66... The students were told to write about a Mermaid named Alisa, Eben and his Wife Martha, a placed Called Gull Cove and the year 1876. Hope you all enjoy - CJT
She was swimming in the Sea; the sun just above the surface touched the scales on her fins and made them sparkles like the rings of Saturn seen through the telescope.
Eben a sailor, man in his prime, dropped the net over the side of his boat, tuna again today, he thought.
They said that this place, a reef near the island of Gull cove was haunted by a beauty, the Mermaid Lagoon, a place where a beautiful creature emerged from the water singing a beautiful tune, but when angered could cause the tempest to which only one other could match, he being King Triton.
Always interested in the curious fold that so easily entertained her, Alisa, the mermaid, stayed at the place they called Mermaid Lagoon. Beautiful sailor faces kept her occupied until they angered her with excuses of stories about wives, children, and homes away from the Sea.
The net drifted lower and lower into the calm waves and slowly settled waiting to catch the fish within its grasp. Alisa hadn’t seen the net, being too busy admiring the boat and sailors aboard it.
“Let’s bring ‘er in boys.” Eben shouted to the crew, taking hold of the net full of fish.
The men heaved until exhaustion was about to set in, then the net crested the rail of the boat.
“What’s this?” Eben exclaimed for caught within the net’s grasp was Alisa, the mermaid. Her wet black shining hair, waist length covered her torso and glistening scales almost rainbow bright glittered in the sun.
Angered that she had been caught, and not on her own terms, she began thrashing to get loose. The sailors laughed which only angered her further. “Let me out!” She screeched, like listening to nails on a chalkboard.
“Only if you’ll sing!” One crewman bellowed, followed by a chorus of whoops and hollers.
Alisa began to sing, a voice like warm honey spreading to all their hearts. So this was the mermaid’s siren, Eben thought. Pictures entered his mind of Alisa’s sad intrigue with the sailors of the past and how they always spoke of leaving. He suddenly realized, if we don’t find a way to leave, it will only come back to haunt us.
Trying to rid his mind of Alisa’s beautiful pictures, he thought of Martha, his wonderful wife, his son James, born in 1876, and his home, overlooking the harbor.
Unconsciously, Eben began singing to himself. Without knowing the crew had turned to him and was no longer listening to Alisa, whose voice had faded into silence. When Eben’s song was finished, Alisa’s face flashed a shade of angry that was only seen before death.
“You, YOU…” She screeched, “You have taken from me the only joy today!”
“Tie her securely,” he told his crew, “she’s coming back with us. There will be no telling King Triton to destroy us, you evil creature!” The crew did as they were told and as they sailed home, they watched with horrid fascination as the sun slowly dried Alisa until lack of seawater caused her to die.
The sailors still claim to have heard the mermaid’s siren as they sailed through Mermaid Lagoon, but no one’s ever brought back proof of their existence except Eben who brought the body of Alisa home to Martha, and that night Martha made a mermaid stew.