When a rogue wave washes the houseboat you’re dancing on, out to sea, you and your beach party guests expect the worst. Harmony Stelfox was recovering from a bewildering near death experience. She was nearly killed by a rogue shark, and thought days like these were behind her. How many unforeseen disasters can a girl expect during the run of one week? They were adrift. The sun was blazing hot on their skin, they ran low on food. But they did have plenty of beer. There was one thing more. They were not alone at sea. There was a lonesome creature who watched from a distance. He never slept. He didn’t falter in his watch. And he didn’t offer them help. His stare was filled with furry and hesitation. He called to Harmony, and she swam to him, and he hadn't felt warmth, or love. Harmony thought he was a dream, for a merman couldn't be real. He briefly paused and his eyes met Harmony's. She was the native-lander he rescued from a shark attack. He had no regrets, but if she realized he is the one who rescued her during her robotic mermaid launch, it would mean death to them all. Saving a native-lander would be seen as an act of aggression against his own kind, of the Merworld. His sense of honor cringed. His loyalty would be questioned. Saving her pleased him, and yet he felt torn. His presence only prolonged the inevitable. The creatures were coming. And they would drag them down into the depths, of the Abyss. Ghastly sea creatures boarded the ship, and the war was on.