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OoS: Emerald Isle.-Kinda Fishy

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"Ain't there a better way t'get t'the island 'sides a boat?"
Clint was standing near the railing, eyeing the water apprehensiverly. He was what you might call a 'land lover,' preferring to have his boots planted firmly on the ground than you very much. If he had had any choice in the matter, he would have stayed at home. But a giggle from his younger sister reminded him why he had to come along on this venture.
"No, silly. That's why it's called an 'island.'"
"Not even a plane?"
Irene laughed again, leaning on the railing as the wind tossled her pigtails, "Maybe, but would you even get on one? I doubt you could sit still for that long."
Scratching his cheek, Clint scowled, knowing she was right. The idea of beging trapped in a chair for several hours suspended in the air was slightly more gut wrenching that being trapped in the middle of the ocean for several hours. But just slightly.

"Don't worry, Clint; if you fall overboard I promise to say something touching at the funeral."
Clint gave his grinning sister a sideways glare, "That ain't funny, Irene."
Lightly shoving his shoulder, she giggled, "Oh calm down, ya know I don't mean anything by it."
He merely grunted, turning his attention back to the two story drop into the water below; he hoped they would get to their destination soon.

Irene rolled her eyes, "You'll feel a lot better once we get to Emerald Island. It's suppose to be the most luxurious and relaxing place in the whole world!"
Making a face, Clint adjusted his hat as he looked down at her, "Sounds a bit self important to me..."
Ignoring him, Irene continued, "Also, I heard they have beautiful forests and rivers, spacious hotels, and every type of entertainment you can think of! There will even be something for a stick in the mud like you."
"Huh...jus' cuz I don't like ridin' 'cross a deep thing of water full of dangerous critters don't make me a stick in the mud. 'Sides, I think it's fishy how ya jus' won these tickets outta nowhere."
"Not out of nowhere," Irene huffed as she explained again for what felt like the billionth time.

"A woman came to our school, running a raffle. The prize was a trip for two to Emerald Island. I put my name in and got picked, simple as that. Practically everyone on here got their tickets the same way!" Motioning around her at the other kids of varying ages, mostly accompanied by parents, Irene proved her point. Clint glanced around, but remained unconvinced.
"...still fishy."
"Fine. Whatever. I'm going to get some ice cream."
"Awright, but come straight back here."
Waving her hand in acknowledgement, Irene headed off into the dining area behind them. Watching her a moment, Clint let out a long sigh. "Made 'er mad...again. Maybe I can take her swimmin' after this..."

Turning back around for one last look at the murky waters, something caught his eye; something red was floating in the water. A piece of clothing? Blinking, he stepped forward, gripping the railing as he leaned over it to get a better look. For several seconds he couldn't figure out what he was staring at...until he realized it was staring back.

Letting out a gasp, he jumped backwards and tumbled onto his rump as his bad leg gave out. Wide eyed, he frantically tried to process what he had just seen. The red hadn't been clothing, it had been hair. And someone...or something had been attached to it, staring at him. As he began to control his breathing, he wondered if maybe he should have called for help; they might have been drowning. 'No...the way they were starin' at me...no way they needed help...'

His heart rate was slowing down by the time Irene came back, holding two small cones of vanilla ice cream. "I got you one too, but didn't know what...you...Clint, are you alright?"

Slowly looking up at her, he gulped and tried to think of what to say, "Er...I...think...think there's a...lady, in the water."
Confused, Irene stepped over, and peered over the railing. "...I don't see anyone down there," facing him again, she tilted her head, "...maybe you saw a big fish?"
"Fish ain't got faces like that," he replied adamently, pushing himself up against the wall, "An' she was starin right at me."
'Like she was starin' right into my heart...'
When he was finally standing again, Irene handed him an ice cream, watching him closely.
"Well...maybe it was a mermaid."
Frowning, Clint glanced at the melting treat in his hand, "Ain't no such thing as mermaids."
"Then maybe it was a reflection," she said with a shrug, preferring her mermaid theory.
"I...I guess..." he muttered, the...woman's face burned into his memory. She had been too clear for it to have been a reflection, and he hadn't seen anyone with such dark, red hair onboard. 'But then...who, or what was it?'

Already half done with her ice cream, Irene tugged on Clint's sleeve, "Come on, we can look for your water lady later. Let's go swimming!"
Coming out of his thoughts, Clint absent mindedly took a bite of the ice cream, most of it tumbling down his chin onto his shirt. Scowling, he attempted to wipe it off, but just managed to get his hand sticky. "...eh, awright...I was thinkin' of takin' ya anyways..."
"Yaaay!" Gobbling up the rest of her cone, as Clint tossed his into the trash, Irene hurried off to their room to change. Trailing behind her, Clint wiped his hands on his jeans and was careful not to look towards the ocean; he was afraid if he did, he'd be met with those large, piercing eyes again.

And he would have been right.
Clint & Irene (c) :iconricochet89:

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LoL, awwww!! XD <3

'...deep thing of water full of dangerous critters,' hahaha I can so see him saying that! xDD

Kehehehe, this looks verrry interesting!! Ooo, was she really a mermaid?! o_o

I must have more~! 8D ;; <3<3