ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀɴɢᴜɪɴᴇ ᴇᴍᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ | Bakugou Katsuki

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Something warm lapped at your toes. It frothed and churned and climbed higher until you felt it brush against the length of your midsection. You stirred, the warmth of whatever touching you forcing you out from your half-conscious state.

Delirious and parched, you cracked open your crusted eyes and rubbed at the thin film covering your orbs before your consciousness registered your current surroundings.

The thing that had been touching you earlier was the sea. You were on a beach, but it looked different from the one you'd lost consciousness on. This wasn't Isle de la Melodía, was it? So, how did you--

With stiff, aching joints, you shot up, fingers digging sharply through the soft sand as you attempted to gain purchase of what was happening. You couldn't have been out for more than a day, yet you were on a completely different island. Which led you to believe that either you teleported here at the speed of light or you'd somehow died and reincarnated. Neither sounded probable though. Which meant...

You're quite the runner, pirate, but you'll never outrun a siren on their own terrain.

The siren! That's right! Where was he?

Now that you were privy to the knowledge that he could somehow sprout a pair of legs from that squishy tail, you were left to wonder what else he could do. Maybe he was right around the corner, waiting to ambush you while you were still delirious.

In your half-panicked state, you scrambled up the curve of the hill on all fours like a rabid dog, eyes frantic and your legs shaking with exhaustion as a nearby fisherman shot up in his seat at the shocking sight. Had he not seen your face, he would have taken you for an overgrown alley rat.

"Mi--ster," You croaked, your voice frail with disuse, "Where are we -- I mean, where are we right now?"

"You're in Portogallo, lassie. Have ya' drunk so much that you've lost your sense of sanity? Where are yer' guardians?"

"...Guardians? I have nothing of the sort. But more importantly, have you seen the person I came here with? Or rather than person, I should actually say, fish?"

"Fish?" The man brought a weathered hand to stroke at his salt and pepper scruff, "You were already on shore by the time I got here, lass. You must have fallen in a drunken stupor and landed yourself on the beach sometime before morn, else I'd have already seen ya'."

Weird...

There's no way a convincing, murderous bastard like that sea urchin-looking chihuahua would have just dumped you without causing you any bodily harm. Either he had some ulterior motive or he just didn't see you as worthwhile prey.

Bastard!

He knew how to twist the knife in, regardless of whether or not he'd actually caused you harm. Though, you really should have been more thankful you'd gotten out intact.