Faculty for the Station of Ocean Exploration: Part II Blood - in the works
Knock Out had plans for his day off. Sprawl on his fancy beach chair, rub on some sunscreen, and enjoy the sun while reading his back copies of Fashion Men, 10 Men, and other high rated men’s fashion publications in peace. Not be texting his roommate to bring a tarp, clean towels, and a roller stretcher to load up a rather tattered merfolk he believed to have belonged to pod D.
Today just wasn’t Knock Out’s day.
Knock Out had plans. Major plans, that involved enjoying the one pleasant thing about the island, the heat and sun and catching up with the civilized world. He had loaded up his favorite beach chair, three of his back copy magazines, he was woefully behind, his sunscreen lotion, and some drinks. A long day out on the beach was nothing without a few alcoholic beverages.
Instead, he was patting down his pockets, searching for where ever he had stuck his smart phone. There was a merfolk on the cay’s shoreline. A beaten, bleeding merfolk that he was sure belonged to pod D, or had belonged and where was that blasted phone. Ahh. He pulled the phone out of his back pocket, letting his stuff tumble to the sand and took a picture of the mer, shark type, and quickly started texting Breakdown with all the speed of a teenager gossiping between classes.
‘How long would it take to bring a tarp, clean towels, and a roller stretcher to my location? This happened, K.O.’ He sent, attaching the pic and sent it off. Knockout frowned slightly taking in the blood and the large red eyes and the clenched teeth. Sharp teeth.
No one knew how much the merfolk truly understood. They had been given more rights than most animals even in ancient time, around 586 A.D for Arabs and Greek sailors reports and from there they had been considered
They struck a chord with most of humanity that at the very least, they shouldn’t be gawked at in aquariums or served as expensive fancy sushi rolls. They were certainly protected by the Animal Welfare Act and Regulations.
Not to say that it didn’t happen. Knock Out was sure somewhere some billionaire had a private aquarium with a few merfolk tucked away with.