I belong to the sea, I died to it’s gentle embrace years ago, I now take the lives of those who pass close enough.
All but one.
Despite not being able to feel it anymore, I still like to sunbathe on the rocks. It helps with the endless hunger.
There’s a human on the beach who gets too close sometimes, but they’re young, perhaps close to my age before my death.
Her eyes are like crystals, dark hair, glasses, speckled face. Her left leg is a prosthetic up to the knee that she takes off when she lays down. She comes by the rocks to draw.
Today she was here, I hadn’t even noticed until I heard her get up from the golden sand. She puts a hand onto the rock next to me that’s slightly taller than my sitting height. I come over and grab her hand, pulling her towards me.
Looking at me, she smiles warmly. In the hand of the arm I held, was a drawing of me. She fixed her glasses with her other arm, sand fell out of the joint of her leg.
“Wow… you’re beautiful,” she mumbled. Her sun kissed cheeks darkened with a blush. I yank my arm away, releasing her. She didn’t seem to mind the slime.
Showing my teeth, I growled, “Don’t visit me again, or I’ll eat you for real.” I lightly push her, which makes her giggle.
“Alright. But I don’t mind too much. I’m all alone now anyways…” She placed the drawing on my lap, but the paper grew wet from my skin. She looked at it sadly as I dissolved back into the waves.
I belong to the ocean, I am nothing else.
For the next day, the girl continued to visit, continued to sketch me, before leaving. She always put the drawing next to the rocks before waving goodbye. Returning the next day.
“I should eat you,” I mumble. A few weeks had gone by, and with them, the girl slowly moved forward every day until she was close to me.
“And yet, here I am, laying on your shoulder,” she retorted, mocking my speech pattern sweetly. “If you hate me so much, why don’t you?”
“Not hungry,” I lied. In truth, I was hungry, but she always makes me lose my appetite.
She placed her hat on my head and removed her glasses. “Well, I’m the most vulnerable now. Somehow, I get the feeling you are too.”
I scowl and turn away, but don’t remove the hat. I don’t go to eat her. I don’t pull my arm away from her curious fingers.
Time passes, I continue to eat, the girl reaches her birthday. She continues to visit.
“I’m 18 today,” She says from my lap. I hum in response as I play with her hair. “I don’t think you’re ever going to eat me.”
I sigh, “No, probably not at this point, but I wonder… perhaps I should steal you into the sea instead?”
She smiled up at me, “If that’s a confession, you’re quite the passive aggressive type.” She grabs my hand with both of her’s and holds it to her chest. “Well, I accept. Take me away.”
“That means death, you know? No return. You become like me.” I hold her gaze. “Forever belonging to the ocean.”
She hums, “That’s alright, just to be with you.” She sits up, lays down her beloved sketchbook on a nearby rock. She removes her glasses, and her leg, tenderly placing them beside the book.
“Well, will you take this land girl who has no friends or family to spend eternity with?” She smiles as we draw close to each other. And with a gentle embrace, we are gone.
We belong to the sea, we have died to the loving waters years ago, I no longer feel my constant hunger.
We belong to the sea, but we somehow are much more.