A Less Than Mer-ry Situation
I near the Southeast vicinity of Earth, quickly descending as I continue to phase toward my destination.
I can already hear the commotion from miles away. A chorus of angry bickering and yelling echoes loudly across the dark water and into the equally dark night, and I can feel all the sound waves quickly oscillating through the misty, salty air.
The sun has long set on this side of the planet, and a blanket of blue-black sky encompasses everyone and everything. It’s the sole reason the merpeople are able to congregate here in large groups as they do now.