Fire And Gold

chapter 3: call of the siren

I was flying through the dark, cold, clear night. The wind rushed off my scales, and the sound of my leathery wings flapping in silence with only the smell of salt and the sound of the sea below me.

I still can't believe that this is actually happening, I have been in this new form for about 3 days and I still holding onto the hope that this is all just a dream or maybe I'm in a coma and that I'm just hallucinating all of this. I mean this is insane, this just can't be happing this is just to be a dream being teleported into a fictional gold greedy character from a series of books and some semi- decent movies isn't real it only a stupid fantasy of being reincarnated into a new or unfamiliar world that only nerd or shut-in who wishes that they were just as cool as the characters they read or see on tv about.

"What kind of bullshit is this!"

I let out an angry shout and instead of my voice a inhuman screech is released scaring the hell outta me.

"Fucking hell!" I scream out only to get another roar in response again.

Calming myself down and resuming flying I gazing up at the starry sky. watching the clouds passing underneath me.

"I don't understand. why me. I am nothing special I'm just a normal guy why am I in the body of smaug." I ask looking to the sky expecting something to give me an answer.

There was none.

Feeling tired of flying I decided its best to rest for tonight. Despite popular belief that dragons can fly vast distances for hour or days on end. I have to tell you that's bullshit. My damn arms or wing are sore from lifting all my weight for the last 3 hours of flying and age probably plays a factor to since smaug was damn old when he died.

Why couldn't I have been put into a younger smaug or maybe a human body. I mean there are fics where you are born a damn baby again and have to relive all your life again. Why yes it's embarrassing to have to walk and speak again. I'm damn tired of having to deal with these old bones...

And having to relief myself every few hours.

Looking below I can make out some islands I think.

"Better place then any I suppose. Just hope there's a cave or something."

After passing through some clouds and feeling the wind on my face, I land softly on the cold sand of a coastal beach,the peaceful sound of waves crashing on the shore, inhaling the refreshing ocean breeze.

Moving across the shore, watching the peaceful waves I this I can spot a cave and just my luck it looks big enough to fit this body

"yes Score."

Moving along the sand I fit my new body into the cave. It's big and spacious for me to have some room for me to move. I lay down and fold my wings exhausted by the amount of flying. I close my eyes and let the darkness take me.

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(Pov??)

He stared off at the endless sea as he leaned on his ship's railings. The constant of waves crashing underneath the hulls and splashing his raven hair while the smell of salt hanging in the air was an acquired taste for many on their first voyage. But for him, he was born in such an environment.

And since he lived the life of a Pirate like his fathers and his fathers' fathers before him, the career was both a fitting and profitable experience. Especially for an ambitious Captain looking to sail his own ship. The crew were carrying their duties, making sure the ship was taking its course to Port Plunder. All while attempting to avoid the sea snake fleets. Especially now with a target on them.