Siren

Fate 8

Tiny specs of dust flew around the room, the sudden and powerful hollow echo of knuckles on the wooden door disturbing the peaceful silence.

She hurriedly flew right out of her lover's arms, waking him up in the process, both of them throwing on clothes; then pretending to be occupied with tidying and reading.

"Come in!" He shouted, the captain immediately storming in and forcefully grabbing her arm as pulled her outside. Jordan followed suit, fearful as he joined the crowd that had assembled.

"Now that my brother is dead, I have no reason to keep you on my ship." The captain laughed as he tightly held her chin in his right hand. She tried wriggling out of his hold but it was useless, her efforts causing a strand of hair to fall into her eyes.

"So, girl, what should we do with you?" He shouted loudly, indicating that the question was not solely for her ears but rather those of his crew.

Cheers and laughter were heard from the crew, a good amount shouting different ways they thought fit to end her life.

"I say we nail her to the prow of the ship! The old masthead is getting a bit boring, don't ya think?"

"Leave her in the dinghy and let starvation or the seagulls finish her!"

"Tie her up and let her walk the plank! We could use a little entertainment aboard this ship!"

"All excellent ideas my, faithful crew. Hmmmm" the captain looked thoughtful as he mockingly stroked his beard.
"I have decided the girl's fate." Silence immediately fell amongst the crew, all waiting in anticipation to hear their captain's decision.

"Now, now, little girl... what do you say to a little bath with the sharks?" She jerked out of his hold, biting her hand. At her miraculous escape, she decided on running towards her lover but just as quickly as she had escaped, she was caught, bound and once again beside the captain.

"I'd say that's a yes."

"Now, because I am a gentleman, I'll ask, you, my trusted crew, would any of you rather we let her go?"

She looked him in the eyes, begging for him to object but no words left his mouth. He stood silent in the crowd, making no movement or objections.

The warm feeling in her chest she had grown accustomed to hardened, turning into glass. With one single tear sliding down her cheek, the glass shattered into million tiny pieces, piercing her insides.