Day after day, he walked the shore as the sun rose. For almost a month, he didn't even see a trace of her.

And then came the day he found her in the morning light, seated again on the rocks and gazing out toward the sea.

He froze and grasped at his gaping mouth. He stood in the sand as the cool water lapped at his feet. He stood and watched her in awe.

Her blue tail faded to a pale lilac at her fluke, and it lightly curled and dipped into the water. The sunlight glimmered on the intricate blue markings that covered her body. A strip of cloth was wrapped around her chest, and her dark hair was wavy from the surf and from drying in the sun.

She began to sing to herself.

Tears filled his eyes as he heard her voice. Though she was not singing words, it was the same beautiful voice he had loved...