Lost at Sea based on The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Anderson
- Theme of Original Story: Be happy with your place in life, do not be selfish or you will be punished.
- Theme of New Story: Do not believe you are entitled to things that are not yours.
4: Premise or Log-line of Original Story: A young mermaid who is willing to give up her life in the sea and her identity as a mermaid to gain a human soul.
- Premise or Log-line of New Story: A young sea-faring man falls in love with a princess and wishes to be part of her lifestyle, though it is unclear if the princess feels the same way.
- New story:
It was the first day of the summer equinox festival. Garlands of daises and other precious flowers decorated the streets and on each lamppost hung colorful ribbons of blue, green and gold. Stores opened their doors wide, decorating them with vibrant signs and propaganda. Children played in the roads while their parents shopped for produce in the local market, accompanied by the music of musicians playing for pennies in the town square. That was where we first met. You had come down from your magnificent castle into the town square, accompanied by your numerous servants and guards. Oh, how every suitor stared as you drifted from shop to shop, staring at the delicacies and dresses available for purchase.
As the day wore on, nothing could pull you from my thoughts. My every waking moment was filled with you. Your hair, your dress, the jewels on your fingertips; every piece of you I longed for. Imagine my surprise when you appeared in front my lowly stand, asking for the price of a delicious trout. I told you each piece was five coins. You paid for three. I remember your hand reaching out, fifteen shiny gold coins glittering in your palm. Taking the coins, my hand touched yours and our eyes met. Staring deep into your royal blue eyes, I knew that we were two souls meant for each other but under the watchful eyes of your servants, we dared not speak of our connection out loud. Thus, with a smile sweeter than any fine wine, you floated away to the next stand.
Now I move through this weary town, but there are no birds singing or children playing. The garlands and ribbons have all lost their color and all stores are closed. I pass the town square, but there are no musicians. The world is dark and dreary. I drift past a shop window and quickly peer in; it’s a jewelry store. Inside are necklaces and bracelets and earrings all of various colors. One necklace is a deep blue, with a sapphire set in the middle of a large and ornate silver starfish. I remember the town girls crowding around the shop’s window, looking at a necklace similar to this one. They were so full of desire and hunger for that necklace. They nearly cried when it was taken away, after your father had bought for you as a gift. It’s funny how attached girls are to jewelry, even if it was not really theirs to begin with.
The necklace calls forth a memory. I remember the day you snuck away from your guards and attendants to go shopping alone. We walked along the lane, looking in the shop windows, staring at the lovely jewelry and clothing. In some windows, there were large ornate dresses meant for special occasions like wedding or parties. I knew you already owned some of those gorgeous gowns, yet you were still awestruck by their beauty as we walked beside them. You remarked that someday you wished to wear a beautiful dress like that on your wedding day. Oh how that made me blush! But you pretended not to see as you walked down the road, moving on to the next store, While I remained motionless, staring at the exquisite and expensive dress.
When I think of that White dress, all that comes to mind is the horrible church that housed the man who stole your love from me. I will never forget the day I saw you with that man. It was a few days after the festival and your castle must have been shorthanded, because you came down to the town alone. I kept an eye on you, waiting for you signal so that we may slip away and be together but somehow you still managed to slip away. Panicking, I ran around town, looking for you. What if something happened? What if someone saw your beautiful dress and sparkling necklace and decided to take what was not theirs? That was when I saw you enter the church. You opened its big white doors and tiptoed inside. I followed quietly, watching through the stained glass windows. You walked down the aisle to the end of the church, where a man was praying, hunched with his hands folded. You tapped him on the shoulder and he stood up and to face you, smiling. He was young with musty brown hair. I recognized him as one of the clergymen. You blushed and smiled back. I could watch no more and ran from the church. I knew that smile and that flushed face. I knew that twinkle in your eyes. You were in love, but not with me. Our love was one-sided and doomed to end in the tragic world. Who needs a man of the sea, when you can have a man of god! Even to this day, I do not understand how you could look at me with such love, only to turn around and give that same love to another man. All I wanted was your life, your love, your jewels and lovely fabrics! I appreciated you and your lifestyle and yet you would give it all away to a man with such a simple life. It was that day I knew I had to confront you.
That night, I followed you home. You were nervous, looking over your shoulder from time to time, walking hastily in the direction of your castle. Even in my anger, I understood your worry, for if your father found us, he would have been furious. So instead of taking the straight path home, you twisted and turned through the alleyways, ending up at the old wooden dock. It was then that I revealed myself. You seemed surprised and in the bright moonlight I could see the look of puzzlement on your face. You stammered a hello and commented on the beauty of the night sky. I stepped closer and took your hand, but you pulled away and stepped back, moving farther down the dock. I knew that if I was to make you forget the man in the church, I would have to show you the full extent of my love. I took you in my arms, desperate to show you I was meant to be with you. You screamed and struggled away from me, but I held you tight. You were mine and I was never going to let you go. Silencing your screams with a kiss, you raked my face with your fingers. With a cry of pain I pushed you away, losing my balance and plunging off the dock.
The wind pushes my spirit away from the town, past the dock and over the ocean. How fitting that I would spend the afterlife floating over the very thing that killed me. The townspeople say they found my body floating among the seafoam, stiff as aboard. A coroner said I must have fell and hit my head on a coral or rock and drowned, but only you will ever truly know what happened that night. Why did you fight my love with such ferocity? Surely you knew our love was meant to be! All I wanted was for us to be together and yet you threw me away and cast me into the ocean. Now I move through the wind, sailing over the waves that became my watery grave, pushing the sails of the boats I once knew. I cannot move on but I cannot go back either I am lost at sea, yearning for what I suppose, will never be mine.