Balearic Seas to Serenity Cove, Tuesday Night into Wednesday Morning

For once it wasn't a beautiful day off the coast of Ibiza, Spain, nestled in the warmth of the Balearic Seas. Parents pulled their children off the beach as the winds picked up, hawkers of wares and street foods bundled up their portable shops and trundled away to spend a few hours tucked away in areas the tourists didn't venture, to while away the storm with cheap drinks and hot food. The sunset was lost behind roiling clouds and when they finally parted, rain came down in sheets. It wasn't dark, though, with lightning flickering across the sky and the tourists all agreed that even the storms were gorgeous out here in paradise.

( Beneath the waves, the storm announced itself very differently. )

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( She woke up sprawled along a small beach. )

Once more she breached the surface and pulled herself onto the shore. Once again, her scales rippled, this time vanishing as her fin turned back to human legs. She was skin from forehead to feet and she once again shivered in the cold. Picking a direction at random, she started to walk. It couldn't be too long before she found humans, right? They practically swarmed the beach every day.

They had to be around here somewhere.

[Establishy!]