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Solice watched from a far as the kayaking male struggled across the terrain. From the distance she watched his lips intensively. In her years stalking humans, Solice had learnt to lip read, this gave her the upper hand of spying and ease dropping without needing to get too close. He mumbled something about water, his dry lips flapping tiredly over the vowels as he spoke. Solice snapped her eye's about her, she didn't need water, and so she didn't have any. Her eyes subconsciously fell on the deserted yacht and within seconds she was speeding towards it, surely there was water aboard. Solice wriggled her way through the tight crevices and ditches formed by the corral, the echoing shadow of the yacht spilling above her. Solice swum around beneath the boat a couple of times, surveying it for a few moments. Sure the coast was clear she moved to its stern and pulled herself on board. As her body sucked in the salty air the scales on her tail dried up, burning slowly under the sun thick heat. The gills on her throat sealed and poisonous air streamed into her nose and mouth. For a moment, Solice lay there, adapting to her new surroundings.
"Water." She whispered urgently.
Solice clutched the railing of the yacht and pulled herself unsteadily about the swaying boat, scrimmaging here and there for prizes and of course, water, he ashes white tail flapping as she attempted to move about. At one point her lazy fin bumped against a small black box, it screamed a strange heavily beat song in reply to its attack and Solice picked up the music cube and decided she would keep it. She took some rope and threading it through the boxs handle tied it against her back. Next Solice found a long bent tube, unsure of its use, she tied it to her also. In the excitement of pirating the boat, she almost forgot the task that had brought her here. Grabbing at random objects that caught her eye and strapping them to her back.
"Water." She suddenly repeated, as if her own mind were scolding her.
Solice pulled herself roughly below deck and to the fridge, she knew of this place from her early visits aboard ships, A small white container that kidnapped cold air and held food and drinks for the men aboard. Solice drew in the frozen air, holding her head inside the great door and smiling as it cooled her brow. She then snatched Four small bottles of water and a long bar of something brown, adding them to her hoard.
In minutes the pirating was done. Solice threw herself back into the waves with a angry splash and made her way back to shore. As the water soothes her wrinkling tail the colour long gone from it due to many such adventures Solice spotted the man (Tiberius), this time however he was not alone. He was dragging another human, his expression filled with concern. Bobbing with just her head above water Solice frowned trying to understand. Perhaps another Mer had gotten to her, perhaps she was shipwrecked. Solice was not stupid, she knew that it would be far to dangerous to approach them now so she returned silently to the mans empty Kayak and slid the bottles and brown bar into the plastic belly before swimming back away to safer distance to stand guard.