The sea roiled with anger and not even the full moon's kiss could calm her.  Many of her creatures had been caught it her grip and were tossed about like the foam that formed upon the waves.<br/><br/>Nerissa had been cavorting with the porpoise, not realizing that she had come so close to the land's edge.  When the storm rose with no warning, she had been caught unawares, the waves tossing her against the rock and all she felt was the sharp sting against her temple and then darkness descending.<br/><br/>The morning dawned as quietly as the night had stormed in.  Nerissa eye's fluttered open and she looked up into a soft blue sky, palm fronds of deep green swaying in a gentle breeze against its background.  Her head ached and she placed a tentative hand to her temple.  It was tender to the touch and when she brought her fingers before her face, they were stained a rusty red.  She sat up and her head begin to pound and she felt slightly ill.  Looking around, the landscape seemed unfamiliar.<br/><br/>The fact that she sat there unclothed, nothing covering her but her dark tresses, bothered her not at all, for she had no recollection of who she was or how she came to be here upon the sand.  She did not wonder at the fact that instead of her lovely tail, there were legs, but they did seem strange to her.<br/>