“God, I need some wine.” Stated Stacy as she stood up and headed toward where Monica had multiple bottles of Wine located in a rack by the refrigerator.
“I wish I could join you.” stated Mary as Stacy got a bottle of wine and three glasses and poured each of them minus the very pregnant Mary a glass.
Rose downed her glass to everyone’s amazement before pouring another.
“So we have been recalled.” stated Monica, she was always the more logical of the four of them. “How do they want to do it? Our trip to the hole I assume.”
“Yes.” Confirmed Mary as the four women shared a look, the hole as they call it was a cave cut into the rock located by a popular beach front pier a few hours away. From the outside it looked like any of the dozen or so small caves in the pier and one of any countless millions around the world. Nothing of note, nothing even worth a second look at. It went back maybe five feet before turning into a dead end, that disappeared under water every time the tide was full and the other half of the time it was waist high water.
The thing is pressing one’s hand against the rock in a certain place and saying certain words in a language no human knew would cause the rock to slide and a tunnel to appear. That tunnel went down and down and down some more, down more than any human could ever hope to go before coming out in something a human would say belonged in a sci-fi book or the online ramblings of a madman. A hollow Earth, where the core of the Earth acted as the sun would and the “land” being made up of a countless island with a vast warm coral rich sea.
That was where the four of them were from, that is because none of them were human but actually mermaids.
“So, we take our families to the shore like normal and then what?” inquired Rose
“We “rent” a boat.” stated Mary “Lord Poseidon will cause a storm to rise sudden while we are at sea, then when the humans think we have all drowned we take our families home.”
“So, the standard plan for a large group.” stated Stacy, that along with rip tides and suicides where the three most common ways to fake a death as she let out a sigh. “Do we warn them first? Or at least our spouses?”