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The water was still; too still. Ariel sighed as she stared up at its surface, the moonbeams piercing the water and falling on her face ever so perfectly. The curiosity in her cerulean eyes sparkled, her hands twitched with angst. She was day dreaming again; longing for a chance to explore the surface above, on land.
"Ariel!"
The princess snapped back to reality at the sound of her sister's voice. She turned away from the window to look at her six sisters, who were all staring at her.
"I'm sorry… what did you say?" Ariel stuttered, her face turning pink with embarrassment.
"I called your name like four times," her oldest sister, Attina, replied. "What is with you today? It seems like you've been in your own little world all day long. I swear, have you even left that windowsill since breakfast this morning?"
"Oh, Attina. I haven't meant to be in a daze. I just can't help but wonder what it would be like," Ariel said, turning her eyes back to the water's surface. "I can't help but wonder what it would be like to spend a day up there."
She reached a hand out towards the surface, as if she were going to try and grasp it. Sighing, she pulled it back, knowing that her dream was far out of reach. Attina rolled her eyes.
"Ariel, what have I told you," she scoffed. "It's forbidden to go to the surface. You know how father feels about your little fantasies. You just need to get this idea out of your head. You're a mermaid and nothing's going to change that. Mermaids belong in the sea, not up there."
Ariel sighed. She knew her sister was right, but she couldn't help but be curious. Ever since she was a young mermaid she'd dreamed of the world above and what it would be like to live among the humans. Despite her father's scolding, she longed to be a part of that world.
"I know, Attina, but aren't you curious? Even just a little bit? Don't you want to know what the humans are like? I mean, they can't all be bad, can they?" she protested.
Attina pinched her eyebrows together.
"Ariel," she began. "Humans are the reason that our mother is dead. How could you be so interested in the people who murdered our mother?"
Ariel slunk down on the windowsill. She didn't know how to answer. She just couldn't explain it. Something about the human world fascinated her, that's all she knew.
"That's enough for tonight, girls," Alana, one of Ariel's other sisters, said. "It's late. We should go to bed."
"Alana's right, Ariel," Attina said, swimming over to her seashell bed. "We should rest. Tomorrow's the concert, so we need to get a good night's sleep so we're ready."
Ariel shook her head.
"I'm not tired yet. I think I'll sit here a while longer before I go to sleep."
"Alright, but not too late, okay?" Attina added as she crawled under her coral pink blanket.
Ariel nodded.
The next hour seemed to just fly by. Ariel continued to watch the moonlight shimmer on the water's surface, dreaming of living with the humans. She'd never seen one up close, but she could imagine the grace they had when they walked or danced and she could imagine the happiness they shared living on land.
Suddenly, a dark shadow fell across the ocean floor. Ariel gasped, looking up at the surface. Her heart leaped in her chest. A dark, luminous shape was crossing overhead, blocking out the moonlight: a ship. Curiosity getting the better of her, Ariel glanced back at her sisters. They were sound asleep in their seashell beds. Smiling, Ariel spun back around and swam out the window.
She emerged out of the water a few seconds later, pushing her crimson, water heavy bangs out of her eyes. The ship was simple, but yet beautiful to the little mermaid. She had never been so close to one before. Her curiosity grew with each passing second, so she swam closer.
As she neared the side of the ship, she could hear a faint voice. Human, she thought, her eyes lighting up. She looked up with side of the ship, searching for anything she could use to pull herself up so she could peer onto the deck. Up above she saw an opening with a ledge underneath it: the perfect place to perch and look onto the deck without being noticed. Grabbing ahold of a rope that was draped down the side of the ship, Ariel hoisted herself up onto the ledge. Once she had positioned herself comfortably, she took a deep breath and then peered through the little opening.
The deck was completely abandoned, except for a young boy. He looked about her age, though he was much taller. He was dressed in a fashion that Ariel had seen numerous times on sailors, with a plain tan shirt with a black coat, olive-colored pants, and black boots. He had a gold earring in one ear (which Ariel found odd) and his chestnut-colored hair was tied back. He was holding a strange tool and spreading water around the deck.
Ariel felt her heart start to beat faster and faster with each passing moment. He was beautiful; he was perfect. She had never seen anyone more handsome than this boy. She couldn't help but smile. She longed to reach out and touch him, to stoke his pale skin and to walk with him; actually walk with him. She wished she could speak to him, ask him his name and ask him about how it felt to be human. But she knew she couldn't. Humans had no knowledge of mermaids; to them, mermaids were just fairytales. She couldn't betray her people out of greed. And what would her father say? She sighed. She would just have to watch him from afar, dreaming of the day when they could somehow meet.