The Siren of the Titanic

Chapter 28: Morgaina

I placed my webbed fingers through the slot of the lid and he touched them, flinching slightly from the cold wetness. We shared a smile, a moment, it was nice. Then he pulled back placing his knuckle to his lips in thought, before snapping his fingers and reaching into his pocket. What he pulled out was a flat black box thing with a small plate of glass on the front. He slid his thumb on the bottom and the upper half of the box slid upward revealing silver buttons, the plane of glass brightening to show a picture of a house.

Ethan must have noticed me staring since he smiled. "This is called a phone, I can talk to people instantly from far away. Although at the moment it doesn't seem I have a connection out here, damn." He held it up before closing it and setting the thing back into his pocket.

"Ethan, I know what a phone is. We did have them back then, it just didn't look like that. Also call me Frost, being called grandpa makes me feel old." I smiled at the boy, to think this kid was my grandson.

"Oh sorry, I've never been the academic type, that would be my sister Natalie. She's trying to become a marine biologist, she would love to meet you." He giggled.

"What's the rest of your family like?" What's my son like?

"Well, as I said Natalie is trying to study fish, she's the youngest out of us three. She's hardheaded, blunt and doesn't care what people think. My older brother is named Daniel, he followed dad's footsteps and went into the Air Force. He's the typical older brother, caring and reliable but at the same time can punch you into the grass if he feels like it.

"And then there's Dad," He sighed looking up. "he's cold. The war did wonders at hardening his heart, he lost many friends there, and he survived mostly intact, other than his leg. He's the type to look you up and down, sending shivers down your spine, and then grunt at you. No offense, but growing up without a father hurt him too. Grandma would tell me stories of how he would sneak out or get into fights as a kid, only for her to have to punish him.

"Oh yeah, he was a runner in school too. Grandma told us that one day she pulled out this picture, of you holding a medal from your running days, and showed him, and he turned around and started running the following school year. He was really good too, must 've got that from you. He once told the three of us that we were the only good that came from him and that he loved us, no matter what, and he hasn't let us down yet." He smiled.

"Well, I'm glad Eth." All of a sudden I was interrupted by someone else calling Ethan's name. He jerked, his face pulling into a grimace.

"Sorry, Frost. I have to go," He turned towards the door before swinging back towards me, putting a hand to his chest. "I swear to you that I will get you away from this place, but you have to trust me. Whatever you do don't give in to the Captain." With a nod, he turned back around and left.

Once again I was left alone in the box, at least I wasn't starving. It turns out that when one is lonely, their minds are filled with thoughts. Mine was filled with thoughts of my son and my grandkids. What were they truly like? What would Nathaniel think of me? Should I meet him, to begin with? What will happen to me? How will I escape? These thoughts flooded my mind when the door opened again.

I snarled at the blonde Captain Barton. He didn't say anything, only stared at me, and I stared back growling deep in my throat. I wanted him to think that I was merely a beast with no mind. Who knows what he could do if he knew I could speak. All of a sudden be jarred forward banging his hand on the glass, startling me, making me hiss. My lips pulling back to my gums. He locked his blue eyes to mine, sadness, anger, and hatred shimmering in the depths of his eyes.

"I am going to kill you, not yet though, no, not yet. I'll stick you in my car and watch as you dry up like the fish you are. Or maybe I'll stick you in the fucking freezer and watch as the life leaves your eyes. Either one way or another, I will kill you and I'll mount you above my fireplace." I only growled. He must have gotten bored of watching me snarl because he left a few minutes later. Only after he left did I take a deep breath, shivering at the imagery. I mean I'd rather not be stuffed like a prize.

I eventually decided to take a nap, it wasn't like I was going anywhere and the door was so heavy that it could probably wake me up if someone came in. So I closed my eyes, sleep quickly taking over me.

I heard that sound again. That ethereal sound that I had heard when I was training with Adhira, but it was also somewhat different. As I concentrated on the sound, a whisper began to fade in. 'Help me, please' it pleaded. The voice was that of a woman, sorrow and pain coloring her tone.

"How can I help you? Who are you?" As soon as I said this, the ringing sound cut off, darkness brightening as a mermaid appeared seeming to glow in an aura of blue light. Her skin was sky blue, her sad eyes gold. Her long azure hair was tied into a single braid that floated in the weightlessness. Her tail was the same color as her skin, decorated with azure tiger-like stripes, the only way to tell where it started being a belt-like sapphire fin. Her tail was like that of the typical mermaid, her sapphire caudal fin was simple, a single fin forked into two. She had all of the extra fins like I did, most of which were long and flowy except for the spikes that ran down her back. They all faded from that beautiful sapphire to a turquoise blue, even her scales shimmered like a gem. Her upper half was covered with pieces of bleached coral.

"Help me please." She spoke again. "I am Morgaina, the fallen queen. However I am no longer myself, please save me from this nothingness." She vanished as soon as she appeared, the darkness dissipating as I slowly woke up. When I finally opened my eyes, Ethan was standing there, worry contorting his features.

"Are you alright Frost? You weren't waking up and you looked even more pale than normal. I was worried that the Captain had killed you." I only smiled.

"Sorry for scaring you, I guess I was having a prophetic dream. Is there something wrong Ethan?" He shook his head, a smile creeping onto his face.

"I found out how to get you free." He beamed, holding up sheets of paper. "It's about time, the law caught up with Barton."