As she swam deeper and deeper into the warm Florida waters of the Atlantic, Jennifer found it difficult to be enraged at Kyle. Sure, she hated him for what he had done to her, what he had taken from her, but she could not deny that swimming amongst the sea life was a very relaxing activity. Already her head began to swim with ideas, plans - where to go, what to see. She decided first she'd try to swim to the tropics - Bermuda, the Bahamas, the Virgin Islands... then maybe a world trip, the Great Barrier Reef of Australia, the Cape of Hope...
Seventy five percent of the Earth's surface is covered by ocean, and Jennifer couldn't help but come to the realization that all of it lay before her, the freedom was hers. It's not like, as a fish-woman, she had any other obligations anymore. She didn't belong in human society, so she may as well enjoy what she can, see the world, albeit the underwater world.
She reminded herself not to go too far as she swam with a sudden burst of speed through a school of small, silvery fish who scattered as she cut through them. The ability to swim so fast, so freely was exhilarating. The ability to see through the water as clearly as if she were looking through pure sky was also an unexpected pleasure. Everything felt so clean down here, so pure. Pristine and beautiful. She floated idly for a few moments as she watched a pod of dolphins playing in the distance. It was so amazing to her to witness something like this from such a unique perspective - to see sealife as a member of their community, not as an outsider. It was wonderful.
However, time passed, as it always does and before long it was dark. She was surprised at how well she could see in the dark, how keen her fish's nighttime vision was. It didn't hurt that several animals gave off faint bioluminescent glows, like underwater streetlamps. She couldn't allow herself to get distracted, however. She had someone waiting for her, she knew she did. Kyle could never turn down the chance to gloat at what he had done to her. And the closer she got to shore, the angrier she found herself feeling. Kyle was going to get what he deserved, oh yes, he would.
She surfaced about twenty feet from shore, and just as she had predicted, Kyle was waiting for her on the private beach. He stood up sharply, knocking over the sand castle he was working on as she approached him.
"Hello, Kyle," Jennifer said in a cool, assuring voice. "Do you like your handiwork?"
"Jennifer? Wow. Not what I was hoping for, but nice still. Do YOU like it?" She can tell he's nervous, though. Jumpy. He's twiddling with his fingers, and his jaw is quivering.
"Oh, yes. And I'd like to show you just HOW much I like it."