Middle of the Week Motivation

Meant To Be

What Mark hadn't expected when he had his men throw the fishing net over the side of his pirate ship was to catch a mermaid. Let alone a merman. A very attractive merman with a green tail, green hair and a temper. So the raven haired pirate captain was caught of guard as a commotion rose up in deck and one of his crew members came busting into his room.

"Sir!" The pirate called, respectful but urgent. "You need to come see this." Curious, Mark followed, stepping out onto the deck, his brown gaze silencing every voice immediately. Except one.

"Get me out of this thing, ya bastards!" And unfamiliar accent rang out into the open air.

All faces dropped towards the wooden floor, avoiding eye contact with either their captain or the captive Merman. Mark surveyed his crew, noticing some of the members as they tried to hide weapons they held in their hands. It was then that Mark noticed various cuts scattered on the merman and blood dripping down from his body.

"What exactly is going on here?" Mark demanded, the merman rolling his eyes and clawing at the net that held him in quite an uncomfortable position.

"I'm swimming along and then get attacked by this thing. I get hauled out of the water and your men are trying to kill me or something. What are you? Some sort of mermaid hunting ship?" The merman's blue eyes stared at Mark demandingly.

"No indeed we're not. Now you idiots, let the poor thing down." Mark practically scolded.

The green haired merman started to protest at the name calling, only to cut itself off in a panicked screech. "Not back into the water you morons! Do ya want me to die or what?!" The creature rolled its eyes, crossing its arms and mumbling something incoherent as the men redirected the net onto the deck.

Mark rushed over to help as the creature hissed at the other men, sitting up after it was practically dumped on its face. The raven haired captain knelt down to be eye level with the blue eyed creature as it sat there, holding its head. "Is there something I can do to help?" Mark offered politely.

"Yeah, ya can start by getting your crew away from me," The creature practically spat out. Mark sent a look around the deck and the men dispersed off to different areas, though they still watched from a distance. "And secondly, you don't happen to have an empty tank around here, do ya?"

Mark simply nodded, scooping the creature up in his arms and carrying off of the main deck, somewhere in a separate room where just the two of them were. As soon as they were out of sight, the creatures grip on Mark got a lot tighter and it started to pant quite heavily. Mark's pace quickened as concern filled him and he almost dropped the creature into the small tub.

"It's not much," Mark apologized, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "Sorry."

The merman just closed his eyes and sank into the tub appreciatively. "No, thank you." He opened his eyes once more as his breathing slowed back to normal.

Mark pulled up a chair and stared at the creature, observing how it looked. Mark was absolutely stunned by the creatures beauty and floored by the sound of its voice. It raised an eyebrow at the captain, causing him to look away with a blush.

"So," the creature broke the silence. "You are?"

The raven haired man cleared his throat. "Mark Fischbach, Captain of this vessel."

The creature nodded. "I see. Jack McLoughlin, Prince of the ocean." He held his hand out and they shook, though Jack quickly took his back, placing it in the water.

"Royalty, huh? I'm honored." Mark gave a little bow in his seat, causing Jack to chuckle.

"Oh stop." He teased.