It was a bit of a swim, but she was in decent enough shape. The current pushed against her and, for the briefest of moments, Sarah wished she was a mermaid too. It would make this trip far easier.

But at last she made it to the rock. More specifically, to a hand helping to pull her out. It was when she was seated on the rock near the dazzling beauty of a mermaid (who, with no scary camera in sight, didn't swim away yet) that self consciousness feeling hit her. What was she thinking, swimming out here in knickers and a bra?

"Oh." It wasn't the most eloquent thing she had ever said, but sure enough, there was a real live mermaid on the rock. "Oh!"