Mer!Klance.
A mermaid rescues a drowning sailor from the ship that had been his doom, but there's still a crew to be saved and a unique friendship to be forged.
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I hope I didn't abandon this fic permanently, but don't expect updates in the near f...
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Guess who drew this one.
It was me.
I did it.
Because I couldn't find a picture of mermaid Lance meeting a squid.
So there.
xXx
Keith parried the sword strokes as best he could. His knife had a much shorter reach than the captain's cutlass, and he was having a hard time keeping himself from being impaled, much less going on the offensive to disarm the man long enough to get away. Not to mention the crew of pirates that was surrounding him, ready to lash out at a moment's notice. Overall, it wasn't ideal.
Their blades locked. The captain pressed forward with a malicious grin. "Just because you've brushed elbows with death once doesn't make you immune."
Keith gritted his teeth and pressed back. What was he going to do? Even if he managed to get the captain occupied long enough to make a run for it, where was he going to go? There were pirates everywhere he looked, and only more were coming, stumbling tiredly from belowdecks to watch the scene unfold.
The impasse passed. Their blades dislodged, and Keith slashed at the captain's abdomen. As the blade neared his opponent's unprotected stomach, a sharp clang rang through the early morning. The knife clattered to the deck, with not only the captain but also several pirates between it and Keith.
The captain came at him with renewed vigor, swiping at his midsection. Again and again, Keith narrowly avoided evisceration, only able to think about how near to his own death he could be. His arms swung wildly to try and keep his balance. He could only evade the swings for so long, and--
His arm brushed against the hilt of the knife Lance had given him. He scrabbled at his belt to draw it, desperate for anything to help. Even if he was completely unfamiliar with the blade. When finally it came free, the cutlass was descending at an alarming rate toward his head. He instinctively raised the shell blade to protect himself. His eyes shut in anticipation of the blow, but it wasn't nearly as strong as he'd expected. When he reopened them, the knife was no longer a knife. It was a gleaming abalone sword, three feet in length and clearly stronger than the material it appeared to be made of. It held up against the steel of the captain's blade with ease.
Keith stepped forward, his eyes narrowing in concentration. The captain stared wide-eyed at the sudden glimmering apparition in his opponent's hand. Keith took a step forward, forcing him back as much. He continued forward, taking another step and another until the captain was pressed against the railing.
The surrounding pirates stepped forward, brandishing all manner of weapons. Keith watched them out of the corner of his eye, but couldn't do anything with all of his attention focused on the captain. What he was planning on doing when they attacked, he didn't know.
