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The bubbles are going the wrong way, Ella mused, far too calmly.
Oh no wait, it's me, I'm going the wrong way, she realized, her sense of calm vanishing instantly.
Ella clawed fruitlessly against the current. She didn't even remember falling overboard.
If I die, that'll teach me to fall asleep sunbathing, without a life-vest, she thought, lungs aching as the surface grew more distant.
A huge hand wrapped around her waist.
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Ella almost swallowed water in surprise, clutching at the brown, speckled fingers as thick as her arm. Within a few blinks, she was out of the water, gasping for air. Her catamaran had drifted further away than she realized.
"You okay there, human?" asked the concerned owner of the huge hand holding her afloat.
"Thuh-uh," Ella choked, pushing wet hair out of her eyes, nodding weakly at her rescuer, "Thuh... thanks."
"No problem - lets get you back on your boat and back to shore, hey?"
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"Y-yeah, sounds good, thanks again," Ella gulped. Despite knowing how big mermaids were, nothing could've prepared her for the sheer awesomeness of meeting one in person.
"You're quite far out. How'd that happen?"
"Fell asleep," Ella said, sheepishly.
"No life-vest?"
"Was working on my tan," Ella practically baa'd.
"Hm... you've learned a lesson then... sorry, what's your name?"
"...Ella."
"Ella. I'm Borda. Next time, catch rays on the beach, yeah?"
"Gotcha," Ella promised, smitten.
