Marshal Windder looks up at the stars of his lonely beach for the third time that night while waiting for a good wave. So far, the waves were cresting far too close to the shore and leaving him alone maybe twenty five yards from the shore. He stares up at the sky, watching the full moon and the north star, then hears a loud wave crashing into the ocean behind him. He turns around on his board just in time for a massive wave to crash into him and his board. He gets pulled under as the wave knocks him into the water and throws his board farther away from him. He opens his eyes under the salt water, feeling them burn, but can't see anything. Marshal starts to feel his consciousness slip away. 

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Waking up on a beach, he starts to cough and spit out the sand he got in his mouth. Sticking his tongue out and blowing a raspberry, he looks around the beach he landed on, wondering how he survived. The first thing he notices is his surfboard, broken in uneven thirds and laying in pieces around a rock a few feet out in the water. He looks behind him at the trees and plants four or five yards away. Finally, he turns his head to look out over the water and gasps. People are floating from their waists up on the surface of the water two hundred feet away from the beach he’s lying on. He can see a subtle glow from tails similar to beta fish tails under the water, each belonging to one of the people dancing, each around six or seven feet long.  Marshal stares at the women as they twirl, it appears to be mostly female. Wait, he looks harder out at one person with shorter hair. That one’s a boy. Why is he the only one? Wait... HOLY SHIT THOSE ARE SIRENS!! He scrambles backwards onto the beach a small amount and stares in wonder, but no fear, at the finned creatures. The boy stops dancing and stares back at him. The tattooed siren cocks his head, then ducks under the water. His pinkish orange and purple tail gives off a slight sunset glow, and the yellow tips of his hair become darker. Spiral tattoos cover the back, and left side of his body, and some come around and wrap onto his right shoulder. A small necklace dangled on his neck, the black half of a yin and yang dangling on the end of a thin platinum chain. There’s a flash of the sunset, then the siren boy has pulled his upper body onto the sand. His neon blue eyes stare at him in wonder, looking him up and down, then his eyes narrow. The sea creature drags himself onto the shore and starts clawing his way towards Marshal. He Stands, watching the siren hesitate as he grows from the height the mythical creature originally thought he was, and observes as the boy sits himself up onto his arms and starts shaking his entire body. Marshal watches with a sick fascination as a dip appears in the tail of the siren boy, and his fin splits, the bones in his tail shrinking down into feet and toes, gradually turning into the shape of human legs. The siren stands and wobbles a moment, then starts walking, toddler like, towards the human. Marshal takes two steps forward, towards the creature. 

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