The Little Mermaid (SH22-Style)
by Casey (Jedi at aemail4u.com)
Ok guys, I might have used a character from one of my
previous stories (well, maybe not "might"....more like "did")...so, if
you havenít read them, just flip back and take a quick look, and
it might fill you in on the character and might not.
Disclaimer: Yes! I own Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century!
*Sherlockian lawyers approach* Ah! How can these people be more
evil than me!? NOOOOOO!!!!!! THE HORROR! THE HORROR! (Iíll never
get over that quiz way back when.....) *sigh* All right....I donít own
Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century (but you all already knew
that). I, ummmm, donít own anything for that matter other than my
original material so, please donít take that!
Ummm, I donít own "Heart of Darkness" either, which is where a
certain part of my disclaimer came from. It is really scary how
many cartoons Iíve seen that have mirrored the book that haunted
me for over a semester. Just by mirroring the plot or using a
particular quote. I do wonder.......
Oh yeah, one more thing, I sorta changed some ages here, so most
of our characters are now teens! Oh yeah! Itíll be obvious when
you read it.
A/N: I started writing this a long time ago. I wasn't even going
to post this until I had completely finished it but I suppose
that keeping it all to myself would be cruel and unusual. This is
my Sherlockian version. This is not a severe Disney movie repeat
(though I might crack some jokes on Disney so please don't take
offense to it. It's all in good fun.). I'll also post an
accompanying list of terms after a couple more chapters (when I
start using more nautical terms heavily) so that some of the
nautically-impaired can still understand what I am writing. I
have lived around ships and the ocean all my life and I also
understand that there are people who haven't. The story's on the
next two posts. Enjoy.
BTW, Maureen, disclaimer's up there and it applies for this story
that is to follow.
On to Part 2!
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My name is John H. Watson. To write down the story of my own life
would bore even the dullest of minds. However, I have witnessed
others in their lives and by not telling their stories, they
would merely fade out of existence with the coming years of
bygone eras and times. Time does not slow and can not stop for
anyone, but a story can capture a single moment in time forever
and preserve it as none other could. No, as I said before, this
is not my story: but the story of my friends. And so my tale
begins. Whether you wish to believe me or not is of your own
decision. But listen to the tale I weave and remember always, we
are but lost souls upon this sea of dreams, while our own dreams
rest at the bottom.
Rolling, wind-beaten waves plowed effortlessly above while a
small figure scoured the ocean depths, searching for clues to a
world just out of reach. Darting from place to place, from coral
to sand, the figure continued its hunt. Suddenly the figure let
out a small sigh, flicked its orange tail and darted to yet
another spot, her left hand slightly touching the sand.
Another figure drifted upside down next to the first, languidly
looking up from whence yellow shafts of sunlight permeated the
tranquil waters through a mess of rolling waves.
"I think I mightíve found something...."
The first figure turned to the second and it was evident she was
like none other. A mermaid. Was she a figment of a sailorís
imagination? No, she was real; as real as her long orange
tail with three large splotches of white that ended with her
fins becoming near transparent as she floated in the waves.
She seemed almost half goldfish, just drifting there under
the sea. She was eighteen years old and her dark brown hair that
ended just around midback floated about her, while a single
lock in her bangs changed to light brown as if in defiance
of her being. Sharp, dark, yet soft blue eyes gave a feeling
of strong intelligence and yet compassion as well. An aura
of independence seemed to radiate out of her as she looked
to her companion. Crossing her arms, she looked at him in
annoyance and said, "Do you ever pay attention to anything,
"Why, Beth? I was simply contemplating the sunlight and the
world itself. Sorry if I zoned out again...." her
companion, a merman of equal age replied. While
she had a look of analytical intelligence, upon first
glance, his pale light blue eyes gave him a look of wisdom
that went far beyond his years. A tousled mess of dirty
blonde hair drifted aimlessly around him like his own
personality. He ended in a dark blue tail fin that would
rival the deepest of oceans' depths. Smiling, he allowed her
to huff over his reply before continuing, "So, how big and
where is the prize this time?"
Beth had a peculiar talent for finding things in the sand.
With a lot of experience, she had begun to deduce whether an
object was just beneath the sand or if nothing was there at
all. She was even skilled enough to tell the general shape
of the object. So, even though she couldnít see what lay
under the ocean floor, she could always tell if it were
there. "Right here," she said, flicking her tail to her left.
"Now are you going to help me or not?" she said, frustrated,
as she took off her satchel and began to clear extra room
"No, I donít think I will. Thereís just too many things to
think about. Unless, of course, I get to keep something for a
change," he smiled hopefully at her, his pale blue eyes
glinting a mischievous twinkle while searching her own.
Rolling her eyes, she gave him a look that would never need
"In that case, of course I will!" Josh chimed as he began to
clear away the sand.
As she cleared the space in her satchel by removing their
lunches, he quickly cleared away two objects that had indeed
been buried just beneath the sand.
The object on top seemed to be a cube with a
most peculiar platform. On the four vertical sides were
engravings that gave the box itself the look of a vortex.
The top surface of the box had another part that seemed to
just float above the hole inside. Two humans holding each
otherís hands in a rather odd pose were situated in the
center of the platform while a small bent bar stuck out of
the side of box itself.
"Humans...." Beth finished, looking fascinatedly at the box.
Pure intrigue filled both faces as they stared at the
figures upon the platform. Reaching out, Josh lightly
touched the figures and they slowly moved, making a slight
"YOU BROKE IT!" Beth fumed as she tore his hands away from
the delicate artifact and glared at him.
"Hey! No more than you cracked that last,
whatchmacallit...that transparent cylinder thing...you
know what I mean!" he frustrated back. "And anyways... I
think itís supposed to do that...sorta...."
Her eyebrow arched as she skeptically replied, "Sorta?"
Giving her a flat expression and gently biting his lip,
"Give me a couple of hours on it and Iíll try to figure it
out, ok?" he said ending with his eyes in deep thought at
A short growl was all he got for a reply as she finished
uncovering the second find of the day. This other object
seemed to be long and not too shiny at all, though it did
appear to have been shiny at one point in time. It looked just like
an old, weathered sword. With a larger handle thatís upper
corners jutted out in some fashion. The blade itself was
curved and even while covered with the grime of the ocean,
it still seemed remarkable in its own right.
"Wow, itís a sword from the surface... They do make
theirs from different metals." Josh said in awe as he lifted
it up and twirled in slowly in the water. "Hmmmmmm,
definitely for the surface. The flat blade makes it
difficult to turn underwater, impeding anything you might
"But the blade is much sharper on that one side," Beth added
as a small amount of blood seeped from her fingertip on the
blade to drift aimlessly towards the surface, ever spreading
in its wake. "Not like our own, definitely."
Then, turning back towards the deeper waters, her shoulders
slumped as she replied, "Guess weíd better put these up for
later. Greyson will kill us both if weíre late for our shift
A single eyebrow arched and her counterpart replied, "You?
Donít you mean me? You get away with everything. Greysonís
too afraid of Triton to touch you...."
"And thatís the problem around here! Everyone knows me! But
they donít REALLY know me! They just know my background! I
just need to get away from all of this...." Exasperated, she
turned to Josh and said, "I would have left long ago if I
"Gotten in with the Aquatic Guard?" Josh finished, not really
even looking at her.
"Yeah. I donít want to rule and I donít like being around
all of these people so busy trying to stay off my fins that
I canít swim. The Ship Graveyard, or even the surface, would
be a welcome change," she ended wistfully.
"Well," he said looking back at her, "we could always go to
the Ship Graveyard. I know the way...."
With that the two slipped quietly through the still waters,
heading for the guardís pavilion to receive their duties.
A/N: Hey guys, I sort of forgot to put the chapter 1 part in
the subject line until I got to this one. I feel almost
scatterbrained now.....not quite, but almost.