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(16) James Norrington - A Mermaid's Kiss

Reader type: mermish!reader -- she/her pronouns

Relationship type: romantic

Summary: You have a promise to keep, so you save James from dying by taking him underwater.

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It was cold. Colder than normal, but you supposed that was to be expected when next to the Flying Dutchman. Why you were here you had no clue, only that someone you'd made a promise in the past to needed your help. Suddenly there was movement in the water besides you.

'(Y/N)! What are you doing here?'

The familiar voice of Elizabeth Swann reached your ears. You turned and your face broke out in a smile. It had been many a moon since you'd seen her last.

'I think I have a promise to keep. Are you okay?'

'I am, but James isn't. He's the reason that I'm even down here in the first place. He shot the rope that was keeping me above the water. I don't know what's happened to him now.'

Your chest tightened. If it was indeed James' promise that your were here to keep then this particular reunion would not be pretty. Sighing you hoisted your tail up onto the side of the boat and grabbed onto some hand holds.

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As you waited for your tail scales to recede you sat on the deck and rung out your hair.

Remind me never to climb up the side of a boat with a tail ever again.

It was always a weird feeling watching legs form from where there was once scales and fins. You doubted you'd ever get used to it. Breathing in you stood up and began to walk across the deck, like a wobbly three year old duck. The search for James Norrington had begun.

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He was almost dead by the time you found him. His eyes were close and he was lying in a pool of his own blood with a sword protruding through his middle of his body.

Oh, James. How had it come to this?

His breathing was slow and his pulse was non-existent. (Y/n) could barely make it out.

'James?'

His eyes twitched and then fluttered open.

'(Y/n)?'

'Yes, its me. Now don't talk, we don't want you to hurt. Can you move?'

'A little.'

'That's good. Now, I'm going to attempt to manoeuvre you so that I'll be able to put you in the water.'

'(Y/n) is Elizabeth safe?'

Always Elizabeth. Everything I do or say comes back to her. Maybe he truly does love her. But, he promised me. He promised.

'Yes, she is. Now lets try and move you off this boat.'

You began to pick him up and turn him on his side so that he would be facing you. His eyes closed again. It was now or never.