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circa 1691
somewhere in the Atlantic
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Namor's POV
Namor was getting tired of all these ships invading his territory. This was the fifth one this month.
He intended to sink every last one of them.
The one currently disrupting his peace was a large, weathered slave ship. He sensed the hundreds of tortued souls under the deck. Someone else would feel bad about drowning innocent people, but he did not. Better to let them die a watery death than let them continue to a life of endless pain.
He saw Namora's signal some meters away from the ship.
It was time.
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He watched the ship's deck from above, waiting to see one of the men tried to escape.
He felt something shift. All the to-be slaves had suddely vanished, like a wisp of smoke. A woman rose from the under belly of the ship, her face and body covered by a cloak .
"This is going to be interesting." he thoughtThe slavers on the deck shouted at her, demanding her to go back under. The woman stayed unmoving, staring them down with a hateful glare. If looks could kill, those men would be dead ten times over. The woman whipped off the cloak. She was wearing clothes similar to that of the sailors, except these fitted her perfectly. One of the men screamed in rage and pulled out a whip.
Just as he raised it over his head, the siren song began. He froze, his eyes glazing over. His arm dropped, and he walked to the edge of the railing and jumped over. All the other men began to follow suit, moving like zombies. Only the captain was sensible enough to shove corks in his ears to block out the sound. He drew his sword and faced the woman, intending to kill her.
She wasn't fazed by it, or the song. Instead she brought her hand out, palm facing upwards. The man was suddenly up in the air, screaming and flailing. Namor's interest was piqued. Was it the woman making him float in the air, or was it something else?
With a flick of her wrist, the man was lauched into the sideways into the sea, to be swallowed by the waves.
Namor gripped his spear tighter, about to fly down and skewer the woman himself.
Then she began walking to the bow of the ship slowly. The song must have finally gotten to her.
She paused at the very edge of the bow and dropped to one knee. She began to sing a sweet, haunting song, in a language foriegn to Namor's ears. Her hands began to tremble, seemingly in fear. He was sure she was praying.
"Go on, pray to your gods. They won't be able to save you here." he thought with a smirk.
The woman rose from her kneeling position, her hands balled at her sides. She raised them skyward. The veins in her arms began to glow, a beautiful aquamrine color. Suddenly, the waves began to shift and simmer. A massive ring of water shot up, surronding the boat and stunning Namor.
The woman began to move her arms, bending them as if she was stirring a pot. The water around the ship followed her command, twisting and twisting to form a sort of cyclone. She then lowered her arms, aand the waves did too, still spinning. It became a whirlpool, with the ship at the very centre.
As he watched the ship get sucked into the whirlpool's watery grip, the woman's eyes travelled up.
And as the woman's body began to be engulfed by water, her horrifying, glowing blue eyes locked onto his. It was like she had taken control of his body, forcing him to stop moving. Her gaze was hypontic. He couldn't look away.
Then, her head disappeared benath the waves and her grasp on him was finally released.
Watching the whirlpool cease and disappear, Namor only had one thought on his mind
I must find her
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author's note
hi hi!
i have decided to write another black panther fic becuase why not
i am most definately obsessed at this point
dedicated to the girls and the gays. love y'all 😘
Judaa

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