Deep Ocean
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On the first day of her honeymoon a young woman inadvertently discovers that she's a descendant of a pod of mermaids once revered for their unrelenting disruption of the slave trade across the Atlantic. As the tensions rise between the remaining mermaids who face looming rediscovery, what role will she pl
Stefanei Freeman
Stefanei Freeman is the author of her debut book Deep Ocean. Growing up playing on the beaches of Southern California, she could never keep mermaids off of her mind. She couldn't resist this opportunity to expand the black fantasy genre, in hopes to inspire her readers to reconcile with the past and to love the skin they're in.
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Deep Ocean - Stefanei Freeman
Prologue
It All Began With Happily Ever After
People once saw mermaids, come to destroy and come to save.
Evil men lost their fortunes and their ships to watery graves.
Compassion led the pod to swim slaves back to their beds,
Greed led the slavers to pay bounties on mermaids’ heads.
A man once saw a mermaid, a couple lifetimes since those days.
He’d watch her visit sea caves until the tide chased him away.
Though her scales glimmered gold and dazzling light gave chase,
What he remembered most was the look across her face.
A mermaid once saw a man, though that’s dangerous these days.
She’d feel him watching her while her thoughts were like a maze.
Though she was too busy, too burdened to wait,
She one day called him over, feeling the stirrings of fate.
With time they were friends, then lovers and then one more.
With tears in her eyes, the mermaid watched her daughter run ashore.
She waits in that same cave, head bowed in a silent plea,
For her long-lost daughter to be welcomed in the deep, open sea.
JUNE 2, 1998 — WEST COAST
The gulls called overhead. They circled as they investigated the area for the stray pieces of food usually left behind by a gathering of humans. The sun was higher than the birds, but the sky had just enough fluffy cloud cover and ocean mist to dull its sharp, stinging heat. Safe from the creeping tide was a wooden platform. And on that wooden platform were rows and rows of white chairs with scarves and flowers hanging down the back of them. There was a strip of white carpet down the center and an arch at the front, decorated with more of the same lilies and roses strewn across the backs of the chairs. Sitting in those chairs were people of all ages. Many of them shared similarities in their features on either side of the aisle. Casually dressed in similarly bright colors, they sat fidgeting and sweating, but, mostly, they were watching the figures standing under the arch.
A woman, standing on the left, was cloaked in a warm ivory dress. There were three others on that side in matching, yet variously cut, mint dresses. A man, standing on the right, was dressed similarly, but in a three-piece suit. There was a brace on his right knee that was showing through the ivory pant leg. Three other people stood on the stage in mint suits on the right side. The figure standing at the front was a balding man dressed in a crisp white leisure suit.
He adjusted the book in his hands and spoke. Daniel, would you like to start with your vows?
The bride turned her veiled head toward the gathered people watching.
Hey, look at me, Zelma,
Daniel said, as he held her hands in his.
Yeah?
Zelma replied, brown eyes wide under the veil.
Today is our happily ever after. It’s just about you and me,
he said around a smile that only grew when she nodded and squeezed his hands in return.
Daniel, your vows?
interjected the officiator.
I do—I mean, the vows, right!
He paused as a gentle laugh washed through the crowd.
Most of the fairy tales we read growing up ended with the phrase ‘happily ever after.’ But today, I am marrying the love of my life and every day after this—whatever comes—I’ll be starting my days happily ever after with a woman who has loved me without conditions and without judgment. I couldn’t imagine in a million years marrying any other person but you, standing here before me, looking like a vision.
He took a moment to kiss the backs of her shaking hands before he continued. You really are so lovely, Zelma Malone. I love all the creative ways you like to wear your hair. I love how your nose scrunches up when you laugh at me. The way your gorgeous brown eyes watch me is something I feel on my skin. I love those beautiful lips and how you use them to encourage me. I love your work ethic, and… that you supported me financially and emotionally as…As I transitioned my love for photography from a hobby, into a career after my a-accident.
He paused, as his voice stretched and shook. With a deep breath he continued.
You wipe my tears and listen to me when I get frustrated. I hate that my knee is busted, but meeting you during my physical therapy sessions was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Even when I’m in the wrong, you try to be so gentle with me. You are still there for me when I’m burned out, when I’m exhausted, when I feel so far from who and where I want to be. And I want to give you everything. All of my time, my money, my love. I want to help you grow into the woman you want to be most. I want to live happily ever after with you, every day, for the rest of our lives.
And you, dear?
You always have to try to show me up, don’t you?
she replied with a laugh, and he laughed with her. That was too good, Daniel!
She sighed before she started speaking again. When you said the theme of our vows should be fairy tales, I thought you were corny. But, then, I thought about my life before you. I might’ve been fine a lot of those days. I had friends and family, after all. But my ‘happily ever after’ didn’t start until you were assigned to me at the office that day. You smiled at me, and I might’ve loved you then, but I didn’t know it. The more I let you into my life, the more joyful my days became. There was always a reason to laugh or to playfully fight you or kiss you. You believe in me more than I’ve ever had the courage to believe in myself.
Her voice faltered, and tears began to fall as she gently pulled her hand from his in order to dab at her meticulously cat-lined eyes.
Daniel now used his free hand to wipe at his eyes, too. To the delight of their friends and family, Daniel lifted Zelma’s veil carefully so that they could more easily wipe each other’s tears. A moment later, Zelma took a breath and nodded to the officiator that she was ready to continue.
You’re the love of my life and everything I’ve given to you has come more naturally than breathing. When I fall, you’re the first person to look back for me. When the future is bleak or uncertain, it’s your heart, your smile, your unrelenting hope that inspires me to keep going—to believe in a ‘happily ever after’ with you. I love you so much, Daniel Cruz.
I love you, too. So much.
Lovely. Now, the rings?
There was a significant pause. All the eyes as one locked on to one of the groomsmen, specifically the best man.
Huh?
he said.
Daniel’s eyes rolled back into his head and he took a deep breath before gesturing to the slightly younger man who was the spitting image of Daniel.
Oh, yeah, uh—here, Kuya.
He fumbled, getting the rings out of his suit pocket before handing them over.
Thank you. Now, place the ring on her finger and say, ‘with this ring, I thee wed’ and she’ll do the same.
With this ring, I thee wed.
With this ring, I thee wed.
I now pronounce you husband and wife!
said the officiator with a warm smile.
Daniel’s grin shook at the edges from adrenaline and Zelma tried not to bite her lip in anticipation.
You may now kiss the bride.
Quickly scanning for the photographer, Daniel positioned himself at a slight angle to make it easier for his classmate to snap the shot. Zelma stepped a bit closer into his space and he met her, draping an arm around her waist. She lifted her hand to the side of his face and gently drew him toward her. He followed her lead until their heads tilted and their lips met. A delicate silence hung in the air before slowly the cheers rang up and broke the moment. They pulled back and shared a breath.
And we’ll live happily ever after.
Daniel sighed into the hollow of her neck.
Zelma nodded and leaned in for another, quick kiss.
Chapter 1
A Statue’s Memories
So, you grew up playing around these caves?
Daniel said, slowly making his way across the sand on the beach.
Yeah.
Zelma nodded as she leaned under his shoulder and wrapped her arm around his waist so she could bear some of his weight across the uneven sand. My dad and I would play here together when I was a kid. When he passed away, I went to live with my aunts in the city.
And you haven’t been here in years?
he questioned as he looked down at the zigzag parts at the crown of her head and beyond to the stretch of beach and cliff ahead of them.
Don’t look around like that! We aren’t going to get lost. These caves aren’t really large enough for it. The tide shouldn’t even fill them all the way at its highest.
I’m a little disappointed now, though. Wouldn’t getting lost in sea caves make an exciting honeymoon story? I don’t know how you talked me into leaving my camera gear at home…
You know how expensive that new camera was. And you know overdoing it now means we won’t be going anywhere else the rest of the week. We’ll come back later for pictures. Right now is for sightseeing, and there’s something incredible in these caves that I want to show you. I’m sure she’s still there.
The ground began to even out and show stone under the patchy layers of brown sand. She grabbed his hand and gently guided him along. Her giggles echoed off the craggy open cave structure over their heads. Occasionally, they’d stop for Zelma to shake the sand and plastic pellets out of her sandals or for Daniel to rest as they went.
They came up to an area of the caves that seemed to go deeper into the cliffside.
The ceiling of the cave had eroded enough to let in a large beam of sunshine. There was a figure situated deeper within the cave, and even with the sun shining down on it, like a spotlight, it was hard to make out exactly what it was.
Ooh, is this what you wanted to show me?
Daniel asked.
Yes. There’s a great back story here, too,
Zelma said, brushing a few stray braids from her bob out of her face.
Okay, so what’s the story?
Let’s walk and talk. I want to get a closer look.
They headed toward the beam of light, and, as they approached the statue, they noticed a layer of carved, grey stone buried under the sand. It led in a straight line to where the statue was resting, partially submerged in a shallow pool of dark water.
Well, here she is,
Zelma sighed, as she paused in front of the statue. Carved in dark stone was a life-sized figure of a mermaid sitting on her curled-up tail with her hands resting in her lap and head bowed, as if in thought. Atop her head, her hair was coiled up in a complicated, braided updo accentuated with a crown made of rounded points, which peaked in the middle.
There’s a nursery rhyme we all learned about her as kids. It’s been here like, my whole life, and no one knows who built it or how it got here. That’s why it’s as weathered as it is—but it’s still so beautiful.
It is incredible. I don’t know why this isn’t in the brochure.
Maybe if the city hired a better photographer, they’d have better pictures for the brochure. I mean, maybe we should see if they’re interested?
Yeah, maybe we should,
Daniel replied, his eyes soft.
Zelma smiled up into Daniel’s face before turning her attention to the statue once more.
You know, there’s tales of mermaids inhabiting the water near our city since before it was founded.
Really?
Yeah. Someone must’ve been touched by her story, so they had this statue commissioned or something.
She looks sad. There isn’t all that much detail in her face, but I get that feeling looking at her. The stonework on the scales is impressive, too. Hey, Zelma, how did that nursery rhyme go?
Sure…
Zelma opened her mouth to reply but Daniel interrupted.
You don’t think I could get you to sing it, do you?
he asked with a flirtatious smirk.
Maybe I’ll teach it to you later because I’ve conveniently forgotten how it goes,
Zelma replied without looking at him.
Sure…
he muttered under his breath, prompting her to roll her eyes before continuing.
Let’s keep this moving so we can go get room service for lunch, okay? The nursery rhyme was about a mermaid who was thinking out here in these caves—about what no one is sure. A man stumbled upon her here, and they fell in love and had a child who grew legs. At some point, the mermaid was separated from her family, and this statue is an homage to her. It’s here for people to pay their respects, as she waits for her land-lost daughter to return to the sea.
Land-lost? I see what you did there,
Daniel interjected.
Puns? Me? No, it’s actually in the rhyme,
Zelma said with a toothy, sunny smile.
Gosh, you’re so cute. I hope they get to be reunited somehow. People who love each other should get a happily ever after like we’re having,
Daniel said with his heart in his eyes.
If only the world was like it should be,
Zelma replied with a hand on his arm. Apparently, we aren’t the only ones coming out here because it’s very clean. Look, there isn’t even any litter. It makes me happy to think that someone’s watching out for her.
"Hmm,