We made it. This is part 200. I'm going to write another book, so this is definitely not the end of their adventures. I've posted the first chapter, so feel free to read it if you want.
Dick had been following a trader's ship for a long time. He liked to swim behind it, because they usually threw over scraps of food. He would get some bones too, which were tasty and felt great to chew on. Scraps weren't the only reason he followed the ship, though. No, it wasn't just because of the food. There was a sailor up there, with beautiful red hair and eyes greener than any seaweed or coral he'd ever seen. Dick had found himself obsessed with that sailor.
It was a good thing he had. Dick had been startled by a commotion on the desk, and had looked up to see his sailor being forced to the edge. "Guys, come one, we can talk this out." His sailor attempted. It didn't help. One of the angry humans hit him with a sword, making him fall to the deck. Dick's heart leapt into his throat. His sailor was in danger. He couldn't let him die, not out here. There was an island not far to the east. The ship had been sailing North for a long time, so his sailor would be safe.
Three of the men grabbed his sailor, throwing him overboard. His limp body hit the water, bubbles floating from his mouth. Dick swam over, pulling the redhead into his arms. He had a cut on his forehead, and bubbles kept spilling out. His sailor needed air. Dick peeked his head above the water, relieved to see the ship was already moving on. He lifted his sailor out of the water as best as he could, squeezing his chest. He'd seen some other humans do it before, and the sailor and coughed up water.
His sailor weakly gasped, making him sigh. He started swimming towards the island, doing his best to keep his sailor out of the water. He knew the island was relatively safe. There was food, and a clean brook that he could drink from. There weren't many big predators, and he could help catch fish for the redhead. He'd make sure his sailor got out alright.
Dick pulled the sailor up on the sand, looking down at his face. It was so much better up close. It was covered in little freckles, and was tan compared to his gray skin. He was pretty, in a way Dick had never gotten the chance to appreciate. Sure, the other mersharks were pretty in their own way, but his human was like an ethereal being he'd been blessed to see. Dick was really glad he'd decided to follow the ship. He saved this gorgeous being from the claws of death.
Dick stayed in the shallow water for hours, finding the best ways to catch the fish there and waiting on his human to wake up. How would the green eyed man react? Would he be scared of Dick, and try to scare him away? Maybe he'd try to hunt him. Dick hoped not. He didn't want to lose his sailor. Maybe it was best to keep his distance for now. At least until the human got better.
Wally woke up around sunset, rubbing his head with a groan. What happened? The last thing he remembered was being hit in the head. The other crew mates had turned on him, claiming he was the reason sharks kept following them. Despite the fact that he said over and over again it wasn't his fault, they surrounded him and attacked. He didn't understand why they thought he was the reason for the sharks.
"Okay, note to self: don't go on a ship with a superstitious crew." Wally groaned as he sat up. Dick watched from behind some rocks, nervous to go out and let his human see him. Would he like him? What if he hated him? There was always the off chance that he might like him, but what if he didn't? Very few people actually liked sharks, and he knew that. But he wanted a chance to be with humans, to know what they know. There had to be a chance.
Wally crawled into the water, doing his best to wash the sticky sand off his back. He must've washed up on the island. But how did he survive? He should've drowned. It didn't make sense, unless someone had helped him. It couldn't be that, because his old crew mates hated him. Maybe he got caught by a current. No, that would've drowned him too. Maybe a sea creature had helped? It didn't seem likely, though.
A splash caught his attention. There, peeking out from the rocks, was a...person? No, the skin was too light. No human had gray skin. "Hello?" Wally called. Maybe he could befriend this thing. Dick tried to hide again. He'd been spotted. "Hey, it's okay. I won't hurt you." Wally smiled, creeping closer. Dick edged around the rock, keeping his eyes on Wally. Did his human really want to know him?
"That's it. Look at you. You're so pretty." Wally grinned, reaching a hand out. Dick sniffed at it, curious as to what his human was doing. Wally cupped Dick's face, smiling softly. "Now that I think about it, I saw you following the ship. You were the one that saved me, weren't you?" Dick nodded, trilling happily. "Thanks for that. Look at your eyes. I didn't know eyes could get that blue." Dick felt himself blush, but he couldn't look away. He was so much closer than he'd ever imagined himself being.
Dick trilled again, tail flapping in the water. "What's your name? Do you have one?" Dick grinned, swimming over to the shore. His human was interested in him. Wally followed, kneeling down as Dick dragged his claw through the sand. "Dick? That's a pretty cool name. I'm Wally." You know what, screw it. He was trapped on an island with a hot mershark thing, and he had no idea if he'd ever get off. Wally cupped Dick's face again, planting their lips together. Dick trilled happily, wrapping himself around Wally as he pressed into him. Dick really did have a sailor now.
