I saw this post on tumblr a while ago, and I thought it was a beautifully tragic book idea. So I got inspired tonight and I wrote what would be the part where the woman is thrown off the ship, but she isn’t a mermaid yet. Here it is :)
I felt a strong, calloused pair of hands lift me up, his hands; and then my head rolled back, followed by my body, and I was falling. My whole world flipped upside down, and I thought of the bread dough my mother used to knead and flip in the air, casually tossing it aside. I was that piece of dough, and I let him mold me into something unrecognizable. Something fragile, something dependent on his touch; his affection. Something that my mother would throw out if she saw it. And I laughed thinking of this, because I was about to die and I was thinking about bread dough! How shallow had I become, that not even death could bring on my strongest emotions? I flipped again, my hair lashing out like a whip around my face, and I saw him. His expression seemed unreadable, to fool his men, but I knew him better than that. His eyes held sorrow in them for my death, and guilt for what he had done, but beneath all of that was the one basic human emotion: fear. He feared not for me but for his own life, his instinctive selfishness kicking in. And for that one glance, that one subtle peek at his cunning eyes, I hated him. Never before had I truly hated another person with all of my heart, but now it was spreading through me like wildfire, infecting the corners of my mind and poisoning my soul. There was no room for pity or empathy left in my dying heart, and I longed to get the revenge I deserved for all of the years he had taken from me. But I was slowly slipping away from the world, accepting my fate with each inch I grew nearer to the raging sea.
I have heard that when you are about to die, your life flashes before your eyes, in faint images and the whispering of words spoken in your previous life. I can tell you now that this is not true. As I tumbled down towards the yawning ocean, my only thoughts were, “This is it. This is how it ends. Falling slowly into a great abyss, to be swallowed whole.” And fall slowly I did, for each second felt like a millennium, like God was stretching out my last fleeting moments on earth. Before I collided with the crashing ocean waves, my last thought was, “I hate him. He did this to me, and for that he will pay.” And then everything grew blurry, and I felt smooth silk wrap around me, enclosing me in a safe haven to rest my final moments in peace.