The merman, my man
Chapter 146

The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 146

I checked the preparations I had made and suddenly felt more confident and fearless. I felt like a seasoned adventurer, just like Robinson Crusoe!

After that, I had to take a crucial step to determine whether I could successfully escape this cave. I had to dive and swim in the sea with my newly grown gills to help me breathe underwater.

I approached the pool that Dicken had used to bring me deep underwater. Then, I crouched down and dove into the water decisively. When I confirmed that I could breathe underwater without any issues, I swam downward as fast as possible.

At that moment, some part of me couldn't bear to leave, but the rush of water currents didn't allow me to ponder further. I seemed to be swimming into the deeper parts of the ocean with the instincts of an actual fish. I swam at a speed that no regular human being could, then I saw the light above me and broke through the water surface.

I wiped away the droplets of water on my face with the back of my hand as I found myself at a shallow part of the sea. The land was right ahead, so I crawled toward it.

I took out the knife and observed my surroundings vigilantly to prepare myself for an attack either from wild animals or Laura and her troop. I entered the jungle right by the beach and planned to climb up a tall tree to look through the looking glass for Peter and the rest, as well as any boats or ships nearby. As I was climbing a tree, I heard a deep neigh coining from a distance away. I was startled. Even without turning around, I knew it was Dicken. He was catching up to me. I quickly dove into the shrubbery to hide. As I touched the wet mud on the ground, I had an idea. I grabbed a handful and started to smear it onto the spots on my body that might have been emitting my scent.

I had figured out one of the ways Dicken could find me; as long as I was within a certain distance from

him, he could figure out my general direction through smell. The sense of smell of a merman was far more sensitive than any other creature.

Moreover, my scent could've been distinctly unique to Dicken, as if he was the only one that could smell me.

I laid in the shrubbery and observed the shoreline anxiously. As I had expected, I saw a tall, black figure on the sea surface. His black tail was rapidly moving as he entered the jungle nearby.

Obviously, my method worked because he looked worried as he looked for me. The mud on my body masked my scent, making him unable to determine my exact location. I could hear Dicken's anxious growl, and it sounded like a whisper into my ear. I shivered as I clamped my hands onto my mouth, terrified that I would accidentally make a sound.

"Linda! Linda!"

Dicken shouted my name repeatedly as his voice roared like thunder, piercing into my ears. Even the leaves around us started to rustle from all his roaring. Perhaps he realized that roaring was counter- productive in finding me as I might be scared away as he suddenly calmed down.

He stretched his neck and closed his eyes. He looked like he was taking in all the scents around him before identifying my scent among them.

I hoped I could bury myself within the mud as I lay in the shrubbery. I wasn't sure whether he could see through my trick or whether my scheme posed no difficulty to him, given enough time. 'Lord, protect me ! Please let me have better luck this time!'

I could imagine how angry and frustrated Dicken was feeling right now. He had likely just gone out to hunt or handle a minor issue only to find me and some of his precious memorabilia missing when he returned.

'If he found me now, I know exactly how he will punish me for this. He would most likely devour me clean, and I really can't have any bodily contact with him anymore!'