The boys were out at sea, headed to their first fishing spot. Patrick drove - he grew up in Florida and practically lived on the water every summer when he was younger. It was a beautiful day, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the sun was nice and warm. While the waves weren't very rough, Allan was getting a little seasick - he was from land-locked Kansas and wasn't around water much.
When they got to their first spot, Patrick slowed the boat and they set out their fishing lines, grabbing a cold beer to wait until they got a bite. Carlos, Patrick, and Nick were poking fun at Allan for being seasick.
"Looks like you haven't earned your sea-legs," Patrick joked.
Allan returned the joke with a thin smile and said, "Haha. So funny. But I never really got that saying...wouldn't sea legs be more like a mermaid tail?"
The boys laughed at Allan's observation, and the conversation moved to mermaids. Nick had always nursed a private fantasy that mermaids were real - a vestigial trace of a flipping tail that he had seen in the ocean on a family vacation - one that his mother had written off as a dolphin swimming away. Nick thought, "If mermaids are real, I wish I could see one."
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