Mer

A winter fantasy...

“Anchors away!” exclaims Garnet happily, radiating delight at the sunshine, salt spray, and lively, cheerful company. “...or is it anchors aweigh?” she puzzles, “No matter... off we go!”

Garnet quickly picks a prime spot on deck of the elegant yacht-sized sailboat, and, pulling a jumbo sized beach towel out of her bag, while at the same time stowing her terry-cloth cover-up into the bag, lays down with a contented smile to sun her bikini-clad self.

“Oh!” she exclaims, as she almost reaches the moment of recumbent relaxation, “One more thing...” She digs into her bag an pulls out her cell phone, quickly dials, and in no time is engaged in cheerful chatting.

“Captain R.! Oh, Captain!...” Garnet calls, holding the cell phone in one hand, and beckoning to him with the other, “My mermaid BFF, Coral Rose, has invited us to a party tonight! Here...” she thrusts the phone into the hand of the puzzled captain, “She’s going to give you the coordinates...”

At a loss of what else to do, Captain R. obediently takes the phone & holds it to his ear. A look of confusion spreads over his face as he glances helplessly at Garnet and says, “Um... all I hear are... bubbling, gurgling noises.”

“Oh silly me.” exclaims Garnet, “I forgot. You don’t speak Mer!” quickly grabbing the phone back, she addresses her Mer BFF, saying, “Coral, honey, you better text it, OK?” before handing it back to the hapless captian.

Confusion turns to surprise as Captain R. sees coordinates scroll across the tiny screen...