Jaws Fanfiction: The Angel of the Sea - 3. Chapter 3
Chapter 3: The Spirit, the Soul and the Song
Brody and Ellen sat on a small sofa watching the box. They were cuddled up together after a few hours alone. Suddenly, a knock was heard at the door. Brody pulled his trousers back on and ran to open it.
He could not believe what he saw.
Hooper was standing there with his two sons, all of them supporting the weight of a young, pretty lady-with no clothes on.
“Emergency Martin,” said Hooper letting his friend move aside to let them through.
“Where did she come from?”
“Can we not ask questions just now please!”
“We found her Dad,” Michael cut in, “on the beach.”
Sean giggled, “with no clothes on! She was naked!”
“Naked-” Brody blushed after turning to look behind him and seeing the bare buttocks of the woman he was carrying into the sitting room.
“This way-come on-” Hooper was saying.
“Is she hurt?” Brody asked Michael.
“No, she was just scaring some tourists.”
Brody tried to stifle laughter. “Uh-right. Well she should maybe put something on first.”
Ellen sat up from the sofa. “What’s going on?”
She shifted gaze to Hooper who had just come in, who had a woman with him. A happy, yet shaken looking woman.
“Oh my goodness, what happened?” she gasped.
“Well, first thing I know, I’m down on my hands and knees looking for specimens with the boys, second thing I know, I have an overly-affectionate girl at my side.”
“Oh the poor dear, what happened to her clothes?”
“Maybe the shark ate them,” said Brody walking in.
“Oh honey,” said Ellen “look at her-she’s all cold. Maybe she was swimming. It’s always cold once you get out of the water isn’t boys-Boys-MICHAEL DON’T STARE!”
Michael abruptly looked down and so did Sean.
“I just found her, thought she was maybe from the mainland and brought her back.”
“A girl like that from the mainland?” said Brody lighting a cigarette, “Come on!”
“Well, she doesn’t seem to speak any English,” Hooper said, “come to think of it, she doesn’t seem to speak at all-she hasn’t said a word the whole way back.”
“Oh dear.” sighed Ellen, then she stopped, “Wait a minute, you don’t think she came from a shipwreck did she?”
“Impossible,” Brody answered, “the guys down at the station wouda heard about it.”
“I was kind of hoping she could-stay here?”
“Yes!” said Ellen at once, “the poor thing looks like she’s had a shock!”
“No,” said Brody darkly, “we are not a guest house, we’re a family house, we don’t take tramps in here!”
“Martin!” said Ellen, “you shouldn’t say such things! She could just be one of those hippy people. I saw them on the news, they walk around without clothes on.”
“Tramp, vagrant, hippy or gypsy, this is not a hotel!” Brody declared.
“Just for tonight Martin,” pleaded Hooper.
“Where is she gonna sleep?”
“She can have my bed.”
“Yes, my bed.”
“Where are you gonna sleep?”
“On the couch.”
“No, the spare couch I packed with me, Yes your couch!”
“Oh bullshit, forget it Hooper you not doing this, haven’t you forgotten there’s a monster out there that puts my family at risk every time we wanna have a nice time at the beach?”
“Maybe if you had more courage to go in the water-!”
“Why I outta-“
“STOP IT, Both of you!” Demanded Ellen running between them, “it’s a chore I know, we’ll have to find out where she came from, what her nationality is, if she has family here, what her birth records are, but you know something maybe it will be good. Maybe it would be a good thing to take our minds off right now, like having another kid! We have to take care of something, because that poor Mrs Kitner woman has NOTHING to care for anymore!”
She broke down in a fit of tears and Brody had to comfort her.
Then he turned to Hooper.
The woman who had been wondering around the room toying with the ornaments on the shelves and touching the floor and cushions and wrapping herself in a blanket, now sat in a cold bath looking miserable.
Hooper didn’t know what to do. She had screamed when he had put the hot water in, so he gave her water with ice cubes in it and that seemed to satisfy her. He didn’t give her any shampoo, as she had shyed away from having anything tipped on her head.
He couldn’t understand it-she had been perfectly happy when they took her back to the Brody house. Yet now, the purity had vanished from her eyes. They were like the sea when it is grey from storm clouds.
“What’s the matter huh? What’s wrong? Did I do something? Did I say something? Huh?”
The young maiden sat there staring at him forlornly. Her eyes blinked twice, and she stroked her arm in comfort.
“Look, you don’t have to say everything, just- just tell us who you are? Tell me your name, Miss! What is your name?”
Nothing in the emotion on her face indicated that she was going to tell him anything.
“Are you hearing impaired? Maybe you are deaf? Can you lip-read or-hang on a second.” He began to make motions and gestures with his hands.
“My name is Matt Hooper,” he said while preforming them, “I am a biologist.” He paused. “Uh, what’s “H” again?”
The bathing being continued to stare at him.
She reminded him of a spirit, able to enchant with beauty, but at the same time be mysterious and mischievous. They were kindrid, kind, sacred things. He recalled the conversation he’d had with Brody the other night, about the mermaids of Cape Cod.
Maybe she was his Cape Cod creature-a lonely spirit with the power of the ocean.
“Okay, fine. How about this, uh, I sit here,” Hooper sat himself down on the toilet,”until you speak.”
The girl stared at him for what seemed like centuries. He watched time go by in her eyes. The tears like the years forever coming.
He got down on his knees and crawled towards her to be at her level.
“Please, I’m begging you Miss! If we don’t get your address and origin, my colleague out there is gonna go nuts! So you have to say something, or or-here, he said frantically pulling a pad and pen from his pocket, “Here, write something. Write something down, god dammit!”
The woman just stared, as blank as the paper, she took the pen and examined it carefully, before testing the tip on the skin of her hand.
Surprised by the sudden smear of blue that tinged her pink.
“Gah! Why the hell is this so hard?!” Hooper cried.
The girl, took his chin in her hand. He felt a warm, soft touch, despite the freezing water.
She looked into his eyes and brought him into a deep kiss once again. This time, he didn’t pull away.
“Martin, we can’t just leave her on her own! What if she was badly hurt or lost or afraid or attacked for that matter?”
“Ellen, you know I can’t accept strangers into my house!”
“OUR house! What if she had amnesia? What if she hit her head and forgot how to converse properly?”
“Do you want me to launch a baseball at her head and find out?” a voice said from the couch.
“Michael, Go to Your Room.”
“We can’t just let anyone off the street in here Ellen. It’s a small town, they see Hooper carrying a nude girl into a house with two young kids, what are they gonna think?”
“That they helped someone get back on their feet!” decreed Ellen.
“Alright, alright, I admit she probably needs looking out for, but that’s beside the point. The point is, do you see the way he looks at her?
We can’t aford any distractions when there is a monster fish on the loose, and the 4th July is tomorrow!
Packed full of families, kids, pets, elders the whole beach! We’ve got a lot of people to protect, and we need all the help possible!”
“Well we will work something out, Martin, don’t worry!” Ellen told him calmly, “listen, we’re not far from the bathroom, keep your voice down will you?”
Meanwhile in the bathroom, an exasperated Hooper was busy hitting his head against the wall and muttering to himself angrily.
A disgruntled looking spirit still sat in the bathtub glaring at him.
“Right. That’s it! I can’t take it anymore! Look, you speak, you prove you are from somewhere, and then we’ll find ya a nice hotel to stay in, because my partner out there sure as hell isn’t going to let you stay another night!” He sighed heavily and sat back down on the toilet seat.
Remembering the scale still in his pocket, he took it out and found it to be dark blue, as dark as the dark at the ocean at night, yet tinges of aquamarine were beginning to appear at the base.
He glanced at her, then at the scale.
“How could I have been such a fool?”
Hooper’s heart skipped a beat. He looked up instantly, trying to work out if he was hearing things.
“W-What?! What did you say?”
The girl looked down bashfully, smiling, she looked up and spoke in a voice that sounded like a pod of dolphins, or a lyre.
“On the beach. I was lost and didn’t know where I was. You came to my aid. So thank you.”
Hooper dropped the scale of the bathroom floor, he could have cried he’d was so happy. He smiled the most toothy, manic grin he could muster up, and went right over and kissed her, deeply.
“Thank You! Thank You!” he said in between kisses.
Brody turned round to see the scientist skipping out of the bathroom.
“What are you happy abou-“
Before he could do so much as get a word in, Hooper kissed him European style on each cheek, then did the same to Ellen and she returned the favour.
“What was that for?” Brody asked.
“S-S-S-She S-Spoke! She Spoke! She Spoke! She SPOKE!”
“I’m guessing she spoke,” Brody muttered to Ellen.
“Oh, Doctor, that’s fantastic!” cried Ellen, “What did she say?”
“Now if I could just get her to say her name, her birthplace-“
Brody jumped to attention. “I’ll alert the station”
As Brody ran to the telephone, Ellen went to fetch clean towels out of the laundry cupboard.
“Take these to her,” she said handing him emerald green towels and a blue flannel.
“Thank you, but Uh-maybe you should do it because uh-well. You know.”
“Oh! Right! Right!”
Ellen went through, locking the door behind her to avoid any of the males in the house coming in, and smiled at the beautiful timid girl in the bathtub.
“Here we are sweetheart. Gotcha some clean stuf for when you want to come out.”
She gave Ellen a shy smile but made it clear that would rather stay n the white rock pool a little longer, no matter how uncomfotable it was.
Ellen dried her off, wondering why on earth this girl didn’t like getting her hair wet, or even managed to dry it so quickly.
“I wonder where you came from. Mr Hooper said you were just wandering alone down by South Beach.”
The girl took a deep breath and in a lovely, melodic voice that almost startled Ellen, she said; “Uldineius. I come from Uldineus.”
“Oh well that sounds nice. Is that an island?
“Is that in Greece? It sounds very Greek.”
The girl shook her head.
“Cypriot? Hm. Well, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, never mind my husband. We kick him out before we kick you out!” she joked.
The girl giggled, and it confused Ellen because it sounded like the surf.
“We’ll need to get you something to wear,” said Ellen, “Oh and the spare room could be yours too. I’ll make the bed up for you and give you Michael’s electric blanket, he never uses it anyway! I could make you food too.”
“Thank you. You are very kind.”
Ellen shook her head in disbelief. “There can’t be nothing. She said that’s her home!”
“I’m afraid so,” Brody replied, “I just called the station and had someone ‘put me through to an operator who found me a geography expert-there’s no such place as Uldineius.”
“Well what do they know?”
Brody raised an eyebrow. “They’re experts sweetheart, they went to collage.”
“Well, you can’t learn everything from books!” a voice greeted them. Hooper and snuck in unnoticed and stolen some bacon, “sometimes ya gotta learn from experience. I’ve been diving with sharks, petted them, held them, accidentally fished them. I doubt those at the collage have done any of that.”
“What are ya talkin’ about Hooper? I thought you were an academic!”
Brody laughed. “Didn’t you go to collage?”
“I didn’t say I always studied,” Hooper chuckled, “sometimes you have to learn it the most unconventional way.”
The trio stood at a meeting circle around the phone, hoping it would ring and there would be news of the forgotten island. Sadly, to avail the rotary phone stayed silent.
“What about the kitchen phone?” asked Ellen.
“Wouldn’t work. The signal would go haywire and the next thing ya know, it’s back to watching static TV.”
Hooper stared into space. Remembering only a few hours ago when he first laid eyes on this treasure. The discovery he had been looking for wasn’t worth a penny compared to her.
He wondered of her true personality, her inner self, her mind, for although she looked stunning from the outside, it was those three things that made a woman truly beautiful to him.
When he gazed into those eyes, he could already see her soul. Her soul was as pure as anything he had ever seen nor known in the oceans. Thank God he had cancelled the Aurora…
The scent of infatuation had already started tricking him, making him think only if her. Only of her soul. Clouding his sense with the aroma of pain, heartache, lust, obsession, then happiness, joy, laughter, elation, euphoria.
He was in love.
He got up from his spot. “I’m going to go check on her.”
“Be careful,” Brody said still watching the phone, “in case you end up in the bath with her.”
“Oh Martin please!” Ellen said.
Hooper made his way upstairs to the bathroom-and stopped on the 7th stair up.
He could hear something. Something beautiful. Coming from the bathroom door.
It was a voice, singing the most wonderful song he had ever heard in his life. It was as though the universe had revealed herself full of stars. It was like a pod of whales were singing the loveliest of love songs, or a tropical storm was sweeping it’s way across the land. Hooper wanted to hear it all, so he waited.
Above the land folk dance and shine
Below we mer-folk sing and cry
We weep for lives lost in the storm
That took the ocean’s heart apart
That broke the ocean’s heart
When she had finished Hooper slowly pushed open the door-and stopped dead.
The blood rushed through his body, his jaw dropped to the floor, his heart began to race again, he forgot what words were.
Though it had nothing to do with her bare breasts and private hair. It was because there was no private hair.
She had a tail.
A golden, scarlet, orange, yellow tail.
Upon seeing him she immediately tried to hide her lower half un the water and panic spread throughput her face.
Hooper covered his eyes, which was a bad idea, as the fish woman threw the soap at him.
He leapt down the stairs.
“What happened? Mr Hooper, you’re as white as a ghost!”
Brody knew something was up. “What happened? Is she alright?”
“You-You Guys. Might want to see this…”
Climbing the stairs led by an elated Hooper, Brody and Ellen waited for what shocking secret this girl had.
“Wait. Right. Here.” Hooper ordered. He slipped into the room to see if the tail was still there or if he had just imagined her with it. Thankfully it was still there.
“Now, look here!” Hooper said quietly, “when they come in, and you know who I mean, please no funny business. I want them to see you-“he paused “as I see you.”
The girl cocked her head to one side and nodded to tell him she understood.
“Good now-” Hooper turned to the door when suddenly, he caught something shiny out of the corner of his eye.
The scale. He had dropped it and forgotten about the blue scale still on the ground. He picked it up to see if he could admire it’s beautiful blue colour once again…
Only it wasn’t blue.
It was orange.
His hand shaking with excitement, he held the shell up to the girl from far away and compared it with her tail. It was the exact same colour and shade and he couldn’t believe it. In all his years of a marine biologist, he had never seen anything this incredible in his whole career! This was WAY better than studying barnacles under a microscope all day! That meant that when he survived the drowning beside Ben Gardener’s boat, she was-
“Hooper! Can we come in now or are you just gonna leave us out here?”