Not sure what I think of it but here ya go.
Spoiler:
There was once a young adventurer.
He lived without a care in the world.
When he was 17 he told his mother he would set off and find a new land.
She pleaded that he not go, for it was unsafe.
He told her not to worry; he would always be fine.
The next day he left, on a boat set for nowhere.
And for many days it sailed. The further from home he went the deeper his heart sank.
One day, many many after he had left home, the ship hit land.
All on board rush out quickly. They each split up and searched the island.
The adventurer looked on with awe. The island was lush with foliage and more beautiful than any land back home.
He set off through the trees. He knew not what he was looking for. He didn’t care.
Soon he found a cave, partially covered by a tree with giant, low hanging leaves. Inside it was cool and dark.
The walls sparkled in the low light. He touched them, and they were smooth.
At the end of the cave he found a small chest. It was a light tan, with a blue rope tied around it.
He quickly untied it and opened.
In his books, they always found treasure of immeasurable price in chests.
In his chest, there was nothing but smooth river rocks.
He picked one up and held it close to his eyes. It did not gleam or sparkle like a gem. It did not feel magical at all.
Dejected, he placed it back in the chest.
He told himself it’d be okay. He would find more treasure, the island was huge, there was bound to be something.
He left, running his hand along the smooth wall.
He searched the island longer, looking here and there until he stumbled upon a glade.
Large trees circled a small pond. There was a rock partially sticking out of it, and on it sat a girl.
She had short brown hair and freckled skin.
He called to her, and she turned.
Her eyes were small, and her nose was large. Her freckles overpowered her face, and she had a large cap between her front teeth.
She smiled at him, and called him over to her.
He noticed her hands, they were webbed with dark skin. Her nails were long and chipped in many places.
“What brings you to my glade sir?” She asked, her voice gruff.
He stopped, at once noticing her lower half.
In place of legs there was a long, scaly dull red tail. Like that of a fish.
“A mermaid?” He questioned.
She nodded in reply.
“I thought mermaids were pretty.” He glared at her.
She frowned, taken aback at the comment.
She crossed her arms and looked away. Over trees and hills you could see the ocean.
The boy sighed, “This whole trip has been a disappointment. I bet everyone else has found wonderful treasure.”
He took a seat next to the pond and stuck a finger in, “All I’ve found is a box of rocks and an ugly mermaid.”
“What do you suppose the others found?” She asked, her voice bothered him.
“Gems and maybe even beautiful women.”
“Lies and succubi.”
The mermaid turned, her tail splashed a bit of the water.
“Gems are beautiful but have done nothing and seen nothing. They sit in the earth, waiting. River rocks have been through so much, seen it all and have been carved from experience.”
She smiled, “And succubi are beautiful, but they will kill you at the chance.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Okay, but at least they have looks. What about you?”
“I am smart. I am kind. I could even help you in your up coming trials.”
The young adventurer stood and eyed the mermaid carefully.
“What trials?”
She folded her hands on her lap, “First, could you look past my appearance and be my friend? I am very lonely here.”
The boy scoffed, “I would get an eyesore just looking at you! How can I hold a conversation with you? I only want to befriend pretty women.”
And with that, he huffed and left. The mermaid, used to the scorn, looked past the scenery and to the sea. She longed to live there, and swim with the whales.
The boy angrily walked through trees and across rocks. How dare someone like her demand anything from someone like him? He was worthy of much more than the likes of her.
In his anger, he stepped into a pit and fell to his death.
He lived without a care in the world.
When he was 17 he told his mother he would set off and find a new land.
She pleaded that he not go, for it was unsafe.
He told her not to worry; he would always be fine.
The next day he left, on a boat set for nowhere.
And for many days it sailed. The further from home he went the deeper his heart sank.
One day, many many after he had left home, the ship hit land.
All on board rush out quickly. They each split up and searched the island.
The adventurer looked on with awe. The island was lush with foliage and more beautiful than any land back home.
He set off through the trees. He knew not what he was looking for. He didn’t care.
Soon he found a cave, partially covered by a tree with giant, low hanging leaves. Inside it was cool and dark.
The walls sparkled in the low light. He touched them, and they were smooth.
At the end of the cave he found a small chest. It was a light tan, with a blue rope tied around it.
He quickly untied it and opened.
In his books, they always found treasure of immeasurable price in chests.
In his chest, there was nothing but smooth river rocks.
He picked one up and held it close to his eyes. It did not gleam or sparkle like a gem. It did not feel magical at all.
Dejected, he placed it back in the chest.
He told himself it’d be okay. He would find more treasure, the island was huge, there was bound to be something.
He left, running his hand along the smooth wall.
He searched the island longer, looking here and there until he stumbled upon a glade.
Large trees circled a small pond. There was a rock partially sticking out of it, and on it sat a girl.
She had short brown hair and freckled skin.
He called to her, and she turned.
Her eyes were small, and her nose was large. Her freckles overpowered her face, and she had a large cap between her front teeth.
She smiled at him, and called him over to her.
He noticed her hands, they were webbed with dark skin. Her nails were long and chipped in many places.
“What brings you to my glade sir?” She asked, her voice gruff.
He stopped, at once noticing her lower half.
In place of legs there was a long, scaly dull red tail. Like that of a fish.
“A mermaid?” He questioned.
She nodded in reply.
“I thought mermaids were pretty.” He glared at her.
She frowned, taken aback at the comment.
She crossed her arms and looked away. Over trees and hills you could see the ocean.
The boy sighed, “This whole trip has been a disappointment. I bet everyone else has found wonderful treasure.”
He took a seat next to the pond and stuck a finger in, “All I’ve found is a box of rocks and an ugly mermaid.”
“What do you suppose the others found?” She asked, her voice bothered him.
“Gems and maybe even beautiful women.”
“Lies and succubi.”
The mermaid turned, her tail splashed a bit of the water.
“Gems are beautiful but have done nothing and seen nothing. They sit in the earth, waiting. River rocks have been through so much, seen it all and have been carved from experience.”
She smiled, “And succubi are beautiful, but they will kill you at the chance.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Okay, but at least they have looks. What about you?”
“I am smart. I am kind. I could even help you in your up coming trials.”
The young adventurer stood and eyed the mermaid carefully.
“What trials?”
She folded her hands on her lap, “First, could you look past my appearance and be my friend? I am very lonely here.”
The boy scoffed, “I would get an eyesore just looking at you! How can I hold a conversation with you? I only want to befriend pretty women.”
And with that, he huffed and left. The mermaid, used to the scorn, looked past the scenery and to the sea. She longed to live there, and swim with the whales.
The boy angrily walked through trees and across rocks. How dare someone like her demand anything from someone like him? He was worthy of much more than the likes of her.
In his anger, he stepped into a pit and fell to his death.
