How in the hell did I end up here? I hadn’t been near the ocean in over thirty years. I enjoyed my life on land. I’d spent it wandering and exploring. There was zero desire to return home. Okay, that was a lie but still. There’s a huge difference between going home to the deep and being stuck on a giant ship floating on top of it.
The thing was a floating monstrosity of a mansion and was packed full of humans. Somehow I was supposed to spend a week singing with my band, all while hiding what I truly was. All it would take was a few drops of water and I’d be exposed. The secret I’d kept hidden for a few hundred years would be plastered across every social media site known to man.
What could really go wrong, though? I was the apex predator of the sea. They were crossing onto my domain. I just needed to survive a week, that’s all. Looking up at the ship, I knew without a doubt that this was going to change my life and I couldn’t have been more terrified. This was absolutely the worst idea anyone has ever had.