"Abijam, I think we might have to go on land."
Abijam floated in place, utterly stunned. "On L-land?" he managed to ask, his voice shaking with disbelief.
After a moment of contemplation, Ambudhi let out a deep breath and nodded. "Yes. I feel that's the most effective way to locate your sister."
Abijam groaned. Why does Arieshell always get herself in these types of situations? He knew the reason and knew it well. She desired empowerment.
"France," he whispered, "The mermaid said she heard a man yell the phrase 'set the sails for France.' Could that be where Arieshell is?"
"Indeed, my son."
"Why now? Why are you willing to go on land?"
"It's hard to understand what it truly means to be a father until you experience it yourself, Abijam," Ambudhi responded with a hint of sorrow.
Taken aback, Abijam hid his face, ashamed of his words toward his father. He sensed a regretful feeling wash over him as if he was deemed guilty for questioning his father's choices.
"How are we going to know which direction France is?"
"Simple, I've seen ships that have a flag with three vertical bands colored blue, white, and red. We can sneak on board and go from there."
Abijam shook his head, understanding his father's words.
"Should we let the senators know?" he asked.
The sound of a trumpet played as Sentator Bay and Senator Jewel entered the throne room. They both bowed in respect of King Ambudhi and Prince Abijam.
"Your Highness. We escorted the young mermaid out of the palace," declared Bay.
"Did you discuss a plan with Abijam?" asked Jewel.
"Yes," replied Ambudhi.
"What did you two come up with?" inquired Bay.
"Father wants to sneak on a ship," answered Abijam.
Jewel cocked her head. "Really, and what's your plan on how to get on board the ship?"
"We will use our god-like powers to turn our tails into legs," replied Ambudhi.
"I hope you know what you are doing," said Bay.
Early that morning, Abijam, Ambudhi, Bay, and Jewel emerged from the water, looking for ships with the French flag. As Abijam looked out at the vast ocean expanse, he shielded his eyes from the bright sun.
The seagulls swooped down in search of their next meal as the waves gently rolled and crashed against the large rocks. As they gazed towards the horizon, ominous dark clouds began to gather, their arrival announcing their presence with a booming thunder that echoed in the distance.
"I'm not sure if ships will be out on the water with a storm coming in," expressed Abijam.
"We need to try," replied Ambudhi.
Raindrops fell on the ocean's surface as the King, Prince Abijam, and the senators dove back into the water. Their tails moved swiftly behind them, forming little splashes behind their path. Abijam caught a flash of lightning in the corner of his eye.
A massive splash of bubbles emerged in their route. A school of fish quickly swam past them in the opposite direction where the splash was caused. This is not good. Abijam felt a pit in his stomach.
He knew if they crossed paths with a school of fish, that meant trouble was near. They swam further as dead sea plants greeted them. The group made it to the Fishing Grounds. Or what Abijam likes to call them, the Hunting Grounds.
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