Sharks and Soldiers

I had a few dreams last night that could pass off as vivid, one in which I was exploring a land where the middle east interacted with Japanese mercenaries and the green line ran North-South past desolate outcroppings of red and white stone. Then another where soldiers were dropped into shark infested waters with some sort of propulsion and forced to make the best of things. The sharks and stingrays swam around after me/them and we tired to keep away to the best of our ability. The last dream kin of had something to do with the first one in that a mercenary from Japan, coming through hostile territory and definitely not taking any prisoners fell in love with a beautiful Japanese woman, so maybe he was a Arab mercenary in Japan, that makes more sense with the things i remember. Only now he was lost and returned to home in his native land after years of searching for his bride-to-be. Despondent and alone save for brother and father, his condition grew worse until one day a young ragged woman comes knocking at the door, scraped knees and clothing barely hanging on her. His brother calls him over to see whats going on and the mercenary finds his beloved and they go to snuggle up on the futon.

Interesting enough, I think this has quite the makings of a good story, and kind of a unique one at that. It would take some research into some of the various master swordsmen/assassins of the middle east, and the customs and culture of feudal Japan, but I'm sure a short story could evolve from the short premises. One strong on the starkness and brittle world of all those involved, wheree a unique narrative voice commands the scene A scholar assassin perhaps.