"I wish that Joan would have the comic book superhero powers of superstrength, superspeed, and invulnerability while she is changed. I wish that Joan would have complete control over her powers and that she would be able to use them effectively. I wish that Joan would know right now that she has these powers because I wished them upon her as an added safety feature." With her wishing done she carefully placed the stone back into her backpack and zipped it up.
"There," thought Nicole, "Now I can rest easy knowing that Joan will be able to take care of any problem that comes her way."
-BACK IN THE PACIFIC OCEAN-
Joan continued to struggle against the Merman's groping only to have him laugh at her attempts. He let go of her, knowing that he would be able to catch the slow moving mermaid no matter where she went, as he let out a belly laugh.
Desperate, Joan made her escape attempt knowing that the fast Merman would certainly catch her again. She swimmed as fast as she could, hoping to find a hiding place.
The Merman playfully gave chase to his prey once again. "Come on girl! Their is no place you can go that I can't find you. Even if you find a noble guardsman or good samaritan to help you! My father has considerable political power, he will see to it that I will go unpunished and that you will handed over to me! You were destined to be mine the moment I laid eyes on you!"
Joan found herself boxed in by the reef where she first saw the merman. She turned around to see him slowly swim towards her, knowing that she had no place to go.
Suddenly, Joan felt a sense of energy flood into her as every muscle in her body burned and contorted for a brief second. She felt very different; sturdier, stronger. Did she transform again. She looked down at herself to see that she hadn't physically changed at all. So what just happened to her?
Joan's question was answered when her head flooded with information detailing what Nicole had just wished for. She now knew that she was no longer the slow and weak one in this confrontation.
This information gave birth to a great big smile that spread across Joan's face, a shit eating grin if there ever was one.
"Alright you son of a bitch. Come and get it," murmured Joan, eagerly wanting to get her hands on the merman for a change.
