“Mother Sea wont let you drown.”
Tequa had heard that all her life, and she had learned to swim before she could walk.
By the time she was seventeen, the young men in the village watched her, even though she was a SeaDaughter and not to be touched. Of course there was one. One who followed her to her hut. One who wanted what she must not give.
She ran from him into the arms of She who gave the island life, and the young fool followed her.
Mother Sea didn’t let her drown. The young fool was another matter.
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