❝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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You know that saying that goes something like, 'those people who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do.'
Well, that phrase has never been more applicable than right now.
You wrestled the large siren to the sandy ledge, grappling his waist with your thighs as you wrapped your fingers through the blonde spikes of his hair to keep him face-down. The size difference between the two of you shouldn't have been all that shocking, but he'd always either been crouching or slumped over, so you could never really tell his full height, and so when you were against the full scale of his torso, well, let's just say, you were more on the losing side than the winning.
"Stop fucking... moving!" With herculean-like strength, you held his torso down -- the hilt of a heated knife clenched between your teeth -- and wrangled with his scaly tail to keep him from writhing out of your grip.
He'd been pretty tolerant of the pain up until the point you'd accidentally drifted off and slashed him near his gut. It might have looked intentional on your part, but it truly wasn't... or was it? If you really thought about it, he deserved it after all he'd done to you. One little bullet compared to three diagonal scratches on the face, a broken ankle, and a banged-up body was nothing.
Maybe you shouldn't have tried to wrestle him to the ground though...
Stupid and defiant, you'd unintentionally brushed against his open wound during your little scuffle and ended up on your back, gazing up at the blonde as he trapped you between a snarl and a fistful of razor-sharp claws. He spat out a sharp hissing sound, as a warning. His other hand wound around your neck like a sailor's knot -- unforgiving in its tightness.
You returned a glower of your own, unwilling to back down, even against the face of death.
There was no way you'd let him treat you like this after all the shit you'd gone through to get to this point. If Six, being the loner that he was, could survive out on sea without you for two years, you sure as hell could survive one little fishy.
"Listen here, you fish-faced bastard," You growled, prying open his iron-lock fingers from around your throat with each forced word, "I don't have the time or the energy to put up with you. I get I almost slashed your gut open, but you've gotta believe me when I say that was just an accident."
You didn't think it was possible for you to hold a grudge, and yet here you were, staring up at this man as if he were the bane of your existence. Which he was. He'd been the one to cause you this much injury -- this much emotional anger and hair-gripping irritation.
Crimson eyes narrowed on you, acknowledging the genuine apology from your lips. The siren pulled back his lips into an even deeper snarl, glaring like the cat that caught the canary. A predator circling his prey.
