Son of the Sea

Son of the Sea

SHANTOYA

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When Charles was 10 years old he and his father went on a trip. On their way back his father decided to take a short cut, the road was very bad and at the edge of a cliff. Little did his father know a storm was coming. The rainfall was brutal against the windshield and the fog was horrible. The lost thing they say before they went over the cliff and into the sea was a flash of headlights and then darkness. 5 years later an adolescent Charles Seamos washes up on a beach naked as the day he was born and with amnesia. Two days later a girl shows up at his doorsteps telling him he should come back home to his people and that the sirens are kidnapping the mermen. A day later his mom is kidnapped by a siren. Join Charles on his journey to find his mother and uncover many secrets and recovery his lost memories.

Chapter 1 1

I watched fascinated as a white light flashed through the sky then disappeared. I pressed my face against the window waiting for another one to appear. A booming noise caused me to jump in my seat and remove my face from the window.

"Its thunder," my father said chuckling softly.

My head immediately snapped to him. "I know that word, I remember it from a book I read, ugh, it usually follows lighting," I replied beaming proud of myself.

"Lighting, is that what you remember seeing," he replied glancing at me, his long blonde hair shaking with every move of his head.

I stare at him confused. The pronunciation did seem wrong. When mom had said it, it didn't sound like that.

"Lighting, LIGHTNING," I squealed excited.

Dad chuckled softly reaching over to ruffle my hair. His laughter boomed over the sound of heavy rainfall pounding on the car.

"That's my boy, my very smart boy," his words made my heart swell with pride and the look in his eyes made me feel like the king of the world.

The car suddenly jerked towards the railing preventing them from going towards the railing and my heart skipped a beat. My dad quickly removed his hand from head to better control the car with two hands. He pulled the car away from the railing but it happened again. My hands gripped my seatbelt tight.

A bright light appeared in front of us and the screeching sound of a car's horn. The car suddenly jerks towards the railing forcefully and slams into it. I slam my eyes shut as I felt the car seat disappear from under me. My eyes snap open as cold bites at my skin.

Darkness surrounded me as I forced my eyes to stay open, the salt in the water stinging my eyes. My arms and legs try to push at the water in an attempt to swim but I don't know how to. Large bubbles floated away from me as I tried to scream for my dad but the salt water slowly seeped into my lungs, they felt like they were about to explode. A shadow flickered in front of my blurred vision. A huge object fell into the water as well causing the wave to push me further down suddenly something sharp sailed pass me slicing my cheek in the process. And a light shined from the surface above and hope hugged my heart until I felt something grabbed my feet and the light slowly got smaller and smaller.

I gasped awake and found my mouth full of sand. I hurriedly spit it out and move away from that area. A cold moist substance touched my foot immediately I pulled my feet away and look at the source of the moistness only to breath a sigh of relief when I realized it's just water. I also realize that I was naked and there were two people coming towards me a man and a woman. Looking around for my clothes I found nothing but a bundle of seaweed hurriedly I hid myself just as they reached me.

"Are you ok young man," the female stranger asked.

I opened my mouth to answer but it wasn't my voice that came out, " yes, I'm fine thank you," I sounded like I had a cold, my voice was so deep.

"Aren't you a little too young to be partying with the seniors though how old are you, 15, 16," the male stranger said.

Confused I said, " actually I'm 10." They both looked at each other with a knowing look before the male reached into his bag and took out some extra clothes and handed them to me.

"Put some clothes on, we'll take you to the police station."

Thankful I accepted the clothes and hurriedly put them on, they were a size too big who was I to complain it was clothes. It was weird that he had an extra pair if clothes in his bag but let's be honest who was weirder me or him at the moment. The strangers names was Dan and Chelsey. They were currently taking me to the police station and Chelsey kept on saying that I wasn't in any trouble which was very suspicious.

Also three was a bag of chains in a bag lying on floor of the car. Chelsey is very talkative and has been telling me about their lives. Why, I don't know I mean I could probably be a serial killer. They were married and had a daughter who was turning 19 in a few days. She was the star that lit up their lives and they were very proud of what she is, what she will become. Is what Chelsea told me word for word. You see when your in a car with strangers you should pay close attention to them that was the second thing my dad taught me. The first hasn't occurred yet.

"What's your name son," Dan asked.

I sat their for a while before I said, "Charles....................Seamos."

They car swivered a bit before straightening again. Suddenly I saw a flash of light and rain before I felt someone shake me. I stared at the hand on my shoulder before slowly looking toward the person who touched me. One side of his hair was uniformly black and the other side was white even his mustache was just like the hair on his head. One of his eyes were green and the other was brown. Was I in the right place? Why was everyone so weird?

"Hello son, Dan and Chelsey told me about your...ah.... situation and I have few questions to ask you," the odd man says while sitting down in the chair in front of me.

He looked uncomfortable because he kept glancing at the door every now and then and his questions were even more confusing. On his shirt was a badge that read sheriff.

"Have you ever consumed drugs," he asked glancing up.

"Ah no", I replied creasing my forehead.

"Have you ever consumed alcohol," he asked now staring at me dead in the eyes.

"No, wouldn't that kill a person," I replied staring back at him confused.

He smiled and continued to ask his weird questions.

"Ok, that's enough questions for today, there is someone coming to see you but if they deny that they know you, well, you'll spend the time here until further notice," the man said then got up and walked through the door. I sat their wondering if the person coming for me was my father, I wonder if he was ok and if he had washed up on a beach just like I did. As I think back to the happenings of the day I started to wonder if I had blacked out on the way to the police station because I didn't remember anything. I slowly stood up and walked around the room. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in a mirror. I looked taller and older, I looked different. It was terrifying, what happened to me, it's like I was a different person. I reached my hand up to touch my face but was interrupted by the door being burst open and a woman rushed in, a woman I never thought I'd sees again.

"Mom," I said feeling a tear run down my cheek.

"Charles," my mother says tears pouring down her face as she met me in an embrace, we stayed like that for a while before we pulled away simultaneously and said at the same time:

"Where is dad?"

"Where were you," she started and finished sadly as she heard what I said "all this time."

"Son your father didn't survived the crash and you were lost at sea for 5 years," his mother said quietly. And that's how my life got so much worst than it already was.

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