Tell me tomorrow

All over again P1

Royal Appearance

"Come on boys show her how we do it en England- really put yer back into it"

A rowdy Captain continued to yell orders to a famished crew, who grumbled in response. There backs were broken and there spirits diminished as they continued loading cannons that fired down into a peaceful ocean.

The crew truly looked crazy, ammo had always been precious but especially after the war it would cost an arm and a leg to get your hands on any.

But yet here they were firing round after round, and into the depths of the ocean it sank, one round shot enough for a humble life by the shore.

"Ain't a cloud nor flag in sight yet it sounds like a bloody war zone" Merwick mumbled under his breath.

The men all grunted in agreement but the slight commotion was silenced by that shrill voice they'd been hearing for days on end relentlessly.

Merwick just shook his head wordlessly but his distain was acknowledged.

"MERWICCK- to the captains deck"

"I'm already on the deck you useless oaf" Merwick whispers

"AND A WHAT WAS THAT MIGHT ME ASK"

Putting on that signature smile Marwick cheerily made his way up to the captain

"How may I help you cap"

The Captain was known to not be quite the looker and despite his lack of physical activity he was sweating up a storm.

He squinted taking in Merwick slowly.

He wasn't quite young enough to be a boy but he had a youthful glow that hid the fact he had just about lived through his twenties.

The small creases around his eye hinting it hadn't been such a bad run either.

He wasn't a bad looker either, a crown of messy brown hair sat in rough curls and a pair of chestnut eyes he got from his ma still shone happily.

He really was a happy fella, more often then not found sharing a laugh with a crew that frankly loved him.

But he wasn't a just a smiling idiot and had proved himself to be a fair fighter and a heavy lifter on more than one occasion.

You tend to have a little respect to the man whose saved your arse.

All of this, all of these qualities that made Merwick so annoyingly likelable led the Captain to grow a heavy dislike to Merwick he envied the incarnation of everything he would never have or be.

He put his pea brain to the task of finding the most ill fitted job for Merwick.

A job so undesirable that Merwick would be forced to drop his charade he apparently was playing.

Hoping in his little shriveled heart that the crew might decide to respect him more once they saw what he did to Merwick.

But before he could set his master plan in motion he was interrupted by a splash or more accurately a wave of water and the awakening of an angry Siren Queen.

She sat atop the railing in all her majesty.

The sun lit up her tail that shimmered like the ocean did under the night sky.

It was a regal purple, each scale coming together giving the illusion that it was moving like a royal mantel.

The scales wrapped around her waist were dark indigo and as they fell further down her tail they got lighter till they were nothing but a light lilac hue, her fins a translucent violet.

The thin band of scales around her chest shone like the darkest part of the night.

Her skin was unnaturally flawless and her blood red lips were full and hard to miss.

Midnight hair lay sleek against her toned bod.

Last of all were her gold eyes.

They had a ring of murky amber with flecks of the sun arranged like spokes on a wheel.

They were entrancing but that yellow glow only meant one thing danger.