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Vladimir Yelin Mermaid in Love Chapter 12. The Call to Rescue The beach lay silent, veiled in haze— No soul in sight, just trees and tents. The sea rolled in with ghostly praise, No trace of that strange boat’s events. The artist dressed in wetsuit black, His harpoon gripped in gloved-up hand. He dove where fog erased the track, Toward fate—no map, no solid land. Through drifting mist, he cut ahead, A cable’s length from where he’d stood. Then in his mind, the message spread: “We save her now—do all we could!” “Which way?” he sent, his thought direct. The merman answered fast and clear: “Just follow me—we must connect,” And led him forward without fear. At last, the shape emerged in gray— The boat concealed from every shore. He knew he’d reached the crucial day, And grit returned to him once more. He knocked upon the metal side, The silence deepened with the sea. Then louder now—his heart his guide— Until a gangway splashed out free. No one appeared. The air was still. He reached the steps, no time to wait. With sharpened nerves and iron will, He climbed aboard to meet his fate.
Vladimir Yelin Mermaid in Love Chapter 12. The Call to Rescue The beach lay silent, veiled in haze— No soul in sight, just trees and tents. The sea rolled in with ghostly praise, No trace of that strange boat’s events. The artist dressed in wetsuit black, His harpoon gripped in gloved-up hand. He dove where fog erased the track, Toward fate—no map, no solid land. Through drifting mist, he cut ahead, A cable’s length from where he’d stood. Then in his mind, the message spread: “We save her now—do all we could!” “Which way?” he sent, his thought direct. The merman answered fast and clear: “Just follow me—we must connect,” And led him forward without fear. At last, the shape emerged in gray— The boat concealed from every shore. He knew he’d reached the crucial day, And grit returned to him once more. He knocked upon the metal side, The silence deepened with the sea. Then louder now—his heart his guide— Until a gangway splashed out free. No one appeared. The air was still. He reached the steps, no time to wait. With sharpened nerves and iron will, He climbed aboard to meet his fate.