Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me
And may there be no moaning of the bar
When I put out to sea
The tide was heading out and soon the sandbar of Hale Ka’aila would be free to be walked by those who found themselves bound to the land. If you listened closely, past the waves that lapped the shore, past the gulls that shrieked through the evening sunset, you could hear a song. Melodic and haunting and beautiful, the sound of a merfolk's song could often be indicative of doom. Their sound was often used to lure those to the depths of the ocean. However, today the sound was simply for the sky.
When I put out to sea
When I put out to sea
And may there be no moaning of the bar
When I put out to sea
A merman lay in only a few feet of water, his long tail lazily swishing back and forth as he sang. Collected around him were small piles of sea glass and shells, which were illuminated by small orbs of light. These orbs started in the merman's mouth, and then quickly floated up into the sky as a star. He had kept the small shining orb safely tucked in his mouth, a place that Johnny had thought no one could get it. It was, after all, his most important possession. Additionally, it was his only possession, but that wasn't what made it the most important one.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep
Too full for sound and foam
That which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home
His voice melted into the sea and sky. He was a creature of the sea, he knew this for a fact. But could he be more? In a moment when he felt so uncertain and lost, he could think of nothing else to do but to sing. The strong feelings bubbled up into the precious stone and continued to illuminate the sky with stars.
Turns again home
Turns again home
That which drew from out the boundless from the sea
Turns again home
