So, this was written on a random inspiration. I may continue it if I have enough interest. This is set in the Atlantic Ocean, in the Bermuda Triangle. The names are based on an ancient language of Puerto Rico. I'd love to hear your comments and criticism, but keep in mind that this is my first attempt at fiction in several years, and I have no beta at the moment.
The sunlight shimmered, making the water glow an eerie orange. I approached the shadow cautiously. This was the closest to the surface I'd been during our raids. The others were hovering below, watching for predators. Our goal today was to investigate the human boat that had been stationary for nine days now, and see if it had been abandoned. If it had been, we could use the wood for our traps, and maybe we'd be able so salvage some tin. We were much too far from land for them to have intentionally anchored themselves. I slowed as I neared the surface, waiting for my eyes to adjust themselves to the unwavering light.
"Are there humans?" a voice called from further below me than I'd hoped they'd be. Apparently I was the only one surfacing today. I was all for getting my first surface visit, but I'd rather not do it alone. Oh well. The boat had been there long enough that only an extremely durable human could have survived.
"I don't know," I called back "I'm not close enough yet. Swishing my tail in irritation, I blinked a few times before sheltering my shadow in the shadow of the boat. It was a small boat, a fishing boat possibly. It wasn't uncommon to find abandoned boats in this area. The reefs often snagged anchors, and humans could only manually row for so far. If the humans didn't swim to shore, they often died. Investigating the ragged rope hanging down several yards, I figured that was what had happened, but also discerned that there was probably very little we could collect from this boat. Most fishermen had metal chains attached to their anchors nowadays, and while this rope was easily as thick as my wrist, it was definitely made by hand.
My eyes finally adjusted to the sunlight. I gradually made my way up to the bottom of the boat. It was submerged more than it should have been, and when I laid my hands on the keel, I felt a slight vibration. It seemed that somehow, there was something still alive up there. It wasn't necessarily a human though. I quickly swam back to the group, well below me.
"There's something alive... it felt too faint to be human though. It might be scavengers," I said, hoping it was so. I'd seen human remains before, but it was never pleasant.
"Well, do you want me to come with you? I've never been up there either," Caona, one of my den mates asked. She and I had been born hours apart, and our mothers had raised us as sisters. Nearly matured, we both should have been mated by now, but we had instead volunteered to join the raiders, much to our mother's irritation.
"Of course!" I said. I would never admit it, but I was actually afraid to surface alone. I held my hand out to her, and she grinned, knowing my fears.
"Just be careful Anani" ordered Dujo, the leader of our raiding party. "I'd hate for you to be stuck in the caves again." We grinned. Our last raid had involved Caona and I getting in a race with a dolphin, and losing, badly. As a result of our irresponsibility, we'd scattered the school of fish we'd been hunting, and our mother's had confined us to the den for several days. This was our first venture out since our punishment.
"We will be, don't worry." I replied. Linking arms with Caona, I led the way back up to the surface, staying in the shadow of the boat. It hadn't moved since I'd ventured back down into the water, so I nudged Caona to one side while I moved to the other.
She closed her eyes, trying to adjust to the sunlight, so I waited until opened them and nodded to me. Slowly, together, we inched our way upwards, surfacing at the same time. Unprepared for the intensity of the sunlight, I squinted, feeling the odd, light, burning I'd been told of. Ignoring, it, I blinked until I could see Caona, on the other side, shivering slightly. She was staring inside the boat, unblinkingly. Taking a breath, I followed her gaze, and could not believe my eyes. In one side of the boat was an emaciated human female, obviously dead from the smell of her. But what had Caona so fixated was the small human child, cradled in his dead mother's arms. As we watched, the child made a frail whine, and opened it's strange, white bordered eyes.