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  Meryl was unsure why the boat tour had taken such a straight path into the ocean. The tour had been pitched as a jaunt around the marina, not a deep sea trek to nowhere. She didn't mind being on the boat. Unlike some other passengers, the waves didn't make her seasick. This was boring though, there was no tour guide, nothing to point out, and the weather had taken a turn for the worse. The weather had only made the boat's motions that much more erratic, sending multiple people below deck to avoid the swells and dips. Meryl was unaffected by the weather, even though it had started to rain, she had always loved the intensity of a stormy sea.

    Meryl's love of the ocean nearly proved her undoing. She heard a commotion up front, someone had started shouting with the captain, and it sounded like a fight had broken out. Suddenly, the boat turned badly, hitting a wave at an awkward angle that made the whole thing pitch. Meryl turned back to grab the railing she had let go of in surprise at the sound of the conflict. She ended up driving her wrist into the railing's metal bar, her hand went numb, and with no grip, she slipped on the slick surface of the rain-slick boat.

    Meryl had to fight not to let out her breath as the frigid water embraced her. She sunk under, disappearing beneath a wave as the boat continued on, oblivious to her sudden departure. She watched the boat's wake from below, panicking as she struggled to kick back to the surface with her shoes and wet clothes. The boat was some distance away now, still moving at strange jerking angles. Meryl tried to shout over the sound of the rain and waves. The boat kept on its erratic path away from her.

    Which way was land? Meryl saw what direction the boat currently headed, but it had veered wildly multiple times. Was it going towards land or further out to sea? Meryl didn't know what direction to even start swimming. The panic was building now, and when she felt something bush against the toes of the foot that had lost its shoe, she nearly screamed.

    ...Say Yes…

    Meryl had no idea where the sound had come from; it wasn't from the boat that was too far away. Meryl was quite sure she was alone in the open ocean, struggling to stay afloat, and the rough waves tossed her around. The sickening slick feeling of cold, wet flesh rubbed against her again, briefly coiling around her. Meryle tried to bat whatever it was away, but there was nothing.

    ...Say Yes…

    Meryl didn't want to say anything but the word help, and if she was going to say that, she'd scream it. The growing feeling of a presence, of not truly being alone was causing her to flail, a mouthful of seawater her reward.
The voice spoke again, this time the sound clearly coming from nowhere. She heard it in her mind, and this time it sounded... impatient.

    ...We Won't Offer Again. If You Wish To Live…

    ...Say Yes…

    Meryl saw a huge wave building behind her, one sure to suck her under, to end her. With no idea what she was agreeing to, she screamed yes.

    The massive wave towered over her as if growing the closer it got; the pull was so strong. She would drown, the water would fill her lungs and she would drown! Meryl couldn't swim fast enough, and then, with a roar, the salty water crashed down. Meryl disappeared beneath the dark gray waves.

    Meryl didn't know how long she lay unconscious, suspended motionless far beneath the surface of the water. When she finally started to regain awareness, she slowly became aware of a few things. The biggest was that she wasn't breathing, not really. Water was passing into her lungs, and out again; this seemed to provide her with oxygen. Her water-filled lungs made no sense; was she breathing water?

    The second thing that became immediately apparent, was that land was to her right. She didn't really understand how she knew that, but she could tell. Meryl tried to start swimming toward land, but with her sodden clothes and numb body, her motions did little to project her forward. If only she was more like a fish; then she could easily swim in the cold depths.

    She didn't feel the fins tearing through her shirt; her body was numb. She only barely registered the blouse floating away. She pushed forward with hands that were growing webbed fins of their own, and her pace increased a little. When her pants burst apart, her speed started to pick up. No amount of numbness could conceal the added weight of the huge finned tail extended behind her. It moved like a snake, trailing behind her swishing from side to side, giving her momentum at last. Meryl couldn't see it in the darkness, but she could feel it; the strange weight behind her. She didn't know what it was, but it was better than being dead; she didn't need to see it to know that.

    By the time she had got close enough to land for the ground to slope upwards and the water to become lighter, she was exhausted. Infinite stamina was not something she had been gifted, and she had swam hard for what felt like hours. Meryl hadn't surfaced yet; she slowly floated underwater, her dark brown hair and four red catfish-like whiskers coiling around her. She looked over her shoulder. Past the large red fins sticking out of her back, was a tail. A large serpentine limb, dark grey-blue like her arms, scaled, with more of the red fins. Despite how tired it felt, she clenched muscles in her ass and hips and watched it sway to the side. Meryle lifted her hands in front of her face, looking at the clawed red fingers, webbed fins between each digit.

    Meryl surfaced when the water level reached about ten feet deep. For a moment, she worried she wouldn't be able to breathe air again, but after a few moments of coughing up the water in her lungs, she took a deep, ragged breath of air. The smell of the maria filled her nostrils as she neared the boat landing. With the overcast sky, there was nobody loading boats right now, which she was thankful for. Meryl was completely nude, all of her clothes shredded by her fins and lost in the open ocean. As she reached waist-deep and began to trudge through the water, she felt how strangely warm the air felt against her cold skin. Pale grey-blue scales covered much of her body; the air just felt... wrong now. Without the water to displace the weight of her tail, she realized how massive it really was. It must have been four feet long and was thicker than her thigh at its widest.

    Meryl finally reached the rocky sands of the store. She felt her toes sink into the cold, wet sand. She looked at the strangely bright marina with unblinking fish-like eyes. Everything felt wrong; the air, the sky, and the colors. The tug of the water behind her was nearly as strong as the wave that had all but ended her. She had a sensation that the ocean, or whatever resided deep within, had some sort of claim to her. She didn't belong here, not anymore. Meryl looked at herself, and couldn't really argue. She looked more like a sea monster than a tourist.

    Meryl's fins went erect when she heard someone nearby. The last thing she wanted was to be caught nude, especially given her waning human appearance. Seeing nowhere to hide, Meryl looked over her shoulder at the ocean behind her. It called to her; it wanted to embrace her, to keep her, to keep her safe. Meryl hesitated, unsure what it would mean to accept the black depths, the rushing waves, the cold salty spray. Someone shouted, she'd been seen, and just for a moment, her pale unblinking eyes locked with those of a fisherman. She had never seen one of the grizzled old boatworkers so spooked, he stumbled back, tripping over a coiled rope and nearly screaming.

    Meryl didn't bother to try and explain. He could tell this story of a sea monster however he liked. A dead-eyed fish beast, or a beautiful siren who was only on land for a moment. She didn't care. She turned tail and dashed back down to the shore, diving into the deepest part of the water she saw and swimming back, back to the sea.

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  Meryl was unsure why the boat tour had taken such a straight path into the ocean. The tour had been pitched as a jaunt around the marina, not a deep sea trek to nowhere. She didn't mind being on the boat. Unlike some other passengers, the waves didn't make her seasick. This was boring though, there was no tour guide, nothing to point out, and the weather had taken a turn for the worse. The weather had only made the boat's motions that much more erratic, sending multiple people below deck to avoid the swells and dips. Meryl was unaffected by the weather, even though it had started to rain, she had always loved the intensity of a stormy sea.

    Meryl's love of the ocean nearly proved her undoing. She heard a commotion up front, someone had started shouting with the captain, and it sounded like a fight had broken out. Suddenly, the boat turned badly, hitting a wave at an awkward angle that made the whole thing pitch. Meryl turned back to grab the railing she had let go of in surprise at the sound of the conflict. She ended up driving her wrist into the railing's metal bar, her hand went numb, and with no grip, she slipped on the slick surface of the rain-slick boat.

    Meryl had to fight not to let out her breath as the frigid water embraced her. She sunk under, disappearing beneath a wave as the boat continued on, oblivious to her sudden departure. She watched the boat's wake from below, panicking as she struggled to kick back to the surface with her shoes and wet clothes. The boat was some distance away now, still moving at strange jerking angles. Meryl tried to shout over the sound of the rain and waves. The boat kept on its erratic path away from her.

    Which way was land? Meryl saw what direction the boat currently headed, but it had veered wildly multiple times. Was it going towards land or further out to sea? Meryl didn't know what direction to even start swimming. The panic was building now, and when she felt something bush against the toes of the foot that had lost its shoe, she nearly screamed.

    ...Say Yes…

    Meryl had no idea where the sound had come from; it wasn't from the boat that was too far away. Meryl was quite sure she was alone in the open ocean, struggling to stay afloat, and the rough waves tossed her around. The sickening slick feeling of cold, wet flesh rubbed against her again, briefly coiling around her. Meryle tried to bat whatever it was away, but there was nothing.

    ...Say Yes…

    Meryl didn't want to say anything but the word help, and if she was going to say that, she'd scream it. The growing feeling of a presence, of not truly being alone was causing her to flail, a mouthful of seawater her reward.
The voice spoke again, this time the sound clearly coming from nowhere. She heard it in her mind, and this time it sounded... impatient.

    ...We Won't Offer Again. If You Wish To Live…

    ...Say Yes…

    Meryl saw a huge wave building behind her, one sure to suck her under, to end her. With no idea what she was agreeing to, she screamed yes.

    The massive wave towered over her as if growing the closer it got; the pull was so strong. She would drown, the water would fill her lungs and she would drown! Meryl couldn't swim fast enough, and then, with a roar, the salty water crashed down. Meryl disappeared beneath the dark gray waves.

    Meryl didn't know how long she lay unconscious, suspended motionless far beneath the surface of the water. When she finally started to regain awareness, she slowly became aware of a few things. The biggest was that she wasn't breathing, not really. Water was passing into her lungs, and out again; this seemed to provide her with oxygen. Her water-filled lungs made no sense; was she breathing water?

    The second thing that became immediately apparent, was that land was to her right. She didn't really understand how she knew that, but she could tell. Meryl tried to start swimming toward land, but with her sodden clothes and numb body, her motions did little to project her forward. If only she was more like a fish; then she could easily swim in the cold depths.

    She didn't feel the fins tearing through her shirt; her body was numb. She only barely registered the blouse floating away. She pushed forward with hands that were growing webbed fins of their own, and her pace increased a little. When her pants burst apart, her speed started to pick up. No amount of numbness could conceal the added weight of the huge finned tail extended behind her. It moved like a snake, trailing behind her swishing from side to side, giving her momentum at last. Meryl couldn't see it in the darkness, but she could feel it; the strange weight behind her. She didn't know what it was, but it was better than being dead; she didn't need to see it to know that.

    By the time she had got close enough to land for the ground to slope upwards and the water to become lighter, she was exhausted. Infinite stamina was not something she had been gifted, and she had swam hard for what felt like hours. Meryl hadn't surfaced yet; she slowly floated underwater, her dark brown hair and four red catfish-like whiskers coiling around her. She looked over her shoulder. Past the large red fins sticking out of her back, was a tail. A large serpentine limb, dark grey-blue like her arms, scaled, with more of the red fins. Despite how tired it felt, she clenched muscles in her ass and hips and watched it sway to the side. Meryle lifted her hands in front of her face, looking at the clawed red fingers, webbed fins between each digit.

    Meryl surfaced when the water level reached about ten feet deep. For a moment, she worried she wouldn't be able to breathe air again, but after a few moments of coughing up the water in her lungs, she took a deep, ragged breath of air. The smell of the maria filled her nostrils as she neared the boat landing. With the overcast sky, there was nobody loading boats right now, which she was thankful for. Meryl was completely nude, all of her clothes shredded by her fins and lost in the open ocean. As she reached waist-deep and began to trudge through the water, she felt how strangely warm the air felt against her cold skin. Pale grey-blue scales covered much of her body; the air just felt... wrong now. Without the water to displace the weight of her tail, she realized how massive it really was. It must have been four feet long and was thicker than her thigh at its widest.

    Meryl finally reached the rocky sands of the store. She felt her toes sink into the cold, wet sand. She looked at the strangely bright marina with unblinking fish-like eyes. Everything felt wrong; the air, the sky, and the colors. The tug of the water behind her was nearly as strong as the wave that had all but ended her. She had a sensation that the ocean, or whatever resided deep within, had some sort of claim to her. She didn't belong here, not anymore. Meryl looked at herself, and couldn't really argue. She looked more like a sea monster than a tourist.

    Meryl's fins went erect when she heard someone nearby. The last thing she wanted was to be caught nude, especially given her waning human appearance. Seeing nowhere to hide, Meryl looked over her shoulder at the ocean behind her. It called to her; it wanted to embrace her, to keep her, to keep her safe. Meryl hesitated, unsure what it would mean to accept the black depths, the rushing waves, the cold salty spray. Someone shouted, she'd been seen, and just for a moment, her pale unblinking eyes locked with those of a fisherman. She had never seen one of the grizzled old boatworkers so spooked, he stumbled back, tripping over a coiled rope and nearly screaming.

    Meryl didn't bother to try and explain. He could tell this story of a sea monster however he liked. A dead-eyed fish beast, or a beautiful siren who was only on land for a moment. She didn't care. She turned tail and dashed back down to the shore, diving into the deepest part of the water she saw and swimming back, back to the sea.