I never knew my real parents. I was found in a basket adrift at sea. Yeah, I know so original but hey thats the way i started life.
Some where in the Atlantic ocean i was born, only God knows by who but the people who raised me were amazing. My father was a fisherman and a bloody good one to and my mother well she was a fashion designer who loved to fish and poke fun at my father. From a very young age my parents knew i was different, i loved the water way more the any other kid. I could control water which often meant mum was rather wet come bath time. At the age of 6 i grew a tail much to everyones shock and yes there was screaming and i swear my father passed out. So much for a strong man am i right. From that point on i was home schooled so that i was safe from any harm. The teenage years were the worst, i struggled with control as my abilities grew stronger. Yea not so fun for anyone. My 18th birthday was the worst. I remember waking up in my bed, having breakfast with my parents. Then packing for the fishing trip, when we left on the boat the weather was beautiful, but then all of a sudden the sky grew dark and the boat began to hev over massive waves. Next thing i remember im laying on the beach, no parents around and my tail out, surrunded by pieces of the boat. Turned out that some how i lost control and created a storm that took the life of my parents and nearly killed me....
A few months after my parents death I decided to go to university. I loved to learn, I guess you could say I’m a bit of a nerd. I majored in marine biology, mainly the study of sharks and helping the world understand these beautiful creatures. I travel a lot to all corners of the world tagging and documenting the breeding habits and migration patterns of the Great white and Tiger sharks.
As my father always used to say to me the ocean is in my blood and one way or another I will be part of it.
I'm now 20 only a few months away from my 21st. I live on the beach in a cabin I built myself. I spend most of my time either in the sea swimming or on the sand painting it. I can not spend to long away from the ocean, i never feel like myself if i cant see or smell the salt water.
Not a day goes by where I don’t feel guilty for my parents death. But I know that they would not want me beating myself up for it. Yea it’s hard but I keep telling myself that I have to keep moving forward because looking back doesn’t help anyone.