âSame, dude.â
âYou guys cool to hang out a minute?â Christian asked once Noah had disappeared. He pointed in the distance toward a sleek Âyellow-and-blue boat at the other end of the marina. âThatâs the Never Flounder . I need to do a quick recon. Be right back.â
âHey.â Sebastian set down all his stuff, then looked up at me with a wide grin. âYouâre the birthday cake girl.â
I smiled and held up my hands, guilty as charged.
Sebastian sat down on the bench, gesturing for me to follow.
âHereâs a game I just invented,â he said as I sat beside him. âLetâs pretend weâre underwater. Only itâs like a dream, because we can breathe underwater and we can talk.â
I frowned and pointed to my throat. Canât talk , I mouthed. No voice.
âAre you a mermaid?â he asked.
I grinned. Maybe.
After regarding me with open curiosity for several long but not uncomfortable moments, Sebastian said, âI read a story about a mermaid who couldnât talk because the sea witch cut out her tongue.â
I stuck out my tongue to alleviate his concern.
Relived, he said, âDid you know some mermaids are boys?â
He was right. I wondered if heâd read about the mermaids back home. Men, the old ones. Maybe Granna could send over some of the books, the island fairy tales sheâd read to us growing upâIâd have to ask her next time we Skyped.
I pulled out my notebook and made a quick sketch for him, something I remembered from those stories. He stayed utterly silent, watching each stroke with awe. At the bottom, I wrote:
A mermaid from the Caribbean Sea, where I used to live.
When I tore out the page and handed it to him, he said, âI can keep this?â
I nodded. Sebastian considered me with those wide, genuine eyes, and when he reached up toward my throat, I didnât flinch. His pink fingers found the shell around my neck, touched it softly. He lifted it and saw the scar. His brow furrowed.
He whispered, âIs your voice inside the shell?â
I smiled a little sadly.
âThatâs okay,â he said. âWe donât have to talk to be friends.â
âWhat are you two conspiring about over here?â Christian was back, standing on the dock with his arms folded. I wondered how long heâd been watching us, how much heâd heard.
âIâm goinâ on a mermaid hunt,â Sebastian said, as if this explained everything. He rose from the bench and gathered up his gear. A thin silver camera dangled from a strap around his wrist.
âThink this is the year youâll find her?â Christian asked.
Find who? I wanted to know.
âRemember when I was telling you about Atargatis?â Sebastian said. Even his curls bounced with excitement. âShe used to be a star, and then this one time she fell in love with a shepherd. And he loved her too, so he was always watching her. But he shouldâve been paying attention to where he was going, because one night he tripped and fell into the sea and then he died.â
My eyes widened. Sebastian was not one for the cartoon versions of fairy tales.
âItâs true,â he said. âRight, Christian?â
Christian nodded. âAccording to the legend, she was so heartÂbroken and guilty over the death of her lover that she broke her oaths with the moon and the gods, and flung herself into the sea. She wanted to drown so she could find him again.â
âYeah,â Sebastian said, âbut the sea was like, âNo way. Youâre too beautiful and I canât kill you. But I canât send you back home, either.ââ
Goose bumps rose along my arms.
âAnd then the sea turned her into the worldâs first mermaid,â Sebastian said, âand sheâs cursed to live in the ocean forever, and Iâm going to find her.â
Christian ruffled Sebastianâs curls.