❝Dead men tell no tales, lass. That's why very few pirates have cemented their names in history. The road to piracy leads to a short drop and a quick stop.❞
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The life of a commoner never sat easily with her, especially when she was su...
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As soon as you woke up, your mind was on a one-way track, and nothing anyone could say or do would convince you to snap out of it until you made it out of the cave -- not that there was anyone to convince you...
The siren silently watched you try to get through the water, but every time you came a little too close to his portion of the cave, his body would physically puff out in tension; the threat oozing from his pores with each twitch of his frills. Even the dorsal fins would shudder with the subtle movement, as if his entire body was tensed with the preparation to pounce on you.
After a whole hour of failed attempts, you returned to your section of the cave and huddled up in the corner. Although the blonde wasn't doing anything to piss you off, just his presence was making your skin crawl. Like all pirates, you were drawn to the shiny and the beautiful, and this fish was beautiful, objectively speaking. But you determined that his soul was as black as his scales were. How else would he have been able to butcher an entire crew without even batting an eye?
The inhumane quality with which he held himself was unnerving. His skin was smooth and lacked the ordinary blemishes a human would have, save for the scars that littered his body, but his features, while resembling that of a human, were too chiseled; like he was carved by Aphrodite herself as the embodiment of beauty. But his eyes were all Ares; dark and crimson and filled with guarded wariness.
Predictably, the siren remained silent, though his body was poised for attack, only relaxing once you collapsed out of exhaustion halfway into the day. When you woke up next, it was to the sound of struggled swimming and splashing. The siren wasn't on his portion of the land; it brought a bout of relief in you. But then, you subtly tilted your head to the side, not too much so you wouldn't alert the monster to your consciousness if he was still there, and you saw him thrashing around in the water like a drowned rat; it took everything in you not to start bursting out in laughter.
Multiple attempts later, the blonde crawled back to his spit of land and pounded his fist against the wall in frustration, a low groan building in his throat. The sound made you shiver with fear. You no longer felt like laughing anymore, not when it was your turn to wade through the water once more, only to surface moments later; gritting your teeth and swallowing down a pained scream.
It was becoming abundantly clear that you weren't leaving here anytime soon. Not without the help of the siren, at the very least. But the obvious disdain you seemed to share with each other was a separator that kept the two of you from working together to get out of this pinch. Your dislike for each other was mutual, and there was nothing you could do or say to gap that negativity. The language barrier didn't help either.
Once you returned to your part of the cave, you curled up into a tight ball and silently screamed into the hand covering your mouth; tears stung your eyes. You hated being so helpless. You hated that you wouldn't be able to get out of here. You feared living an unlived life. Your adventure had hardly begun and you were already on the brink of dehydration. Not to mention croaking out your last breath with the person you hated the most.
