The Pirate and The Mermaid

9: Stories and songs

Featuring the song Fathoms Below from The Little Mermaid, the Broadway version. And yes, they turned this movie into an even bigger musical. You can find the show on YouTube, just type in The Little Mermaid on Broadway, or just type in The Little Mermaid, it should come up somewhere. Picture from Pinterest, be careful, a mermaid could lead you to your death.

🧜🏻‍♀️two days later🧜🏻‍♀️

Luna's POV:

Nothing crazy these two days, just wake up, wash up—the captain let's me use his bathroom, he doesn't want me anywhere near those men's smell in the morning or the night—help with breakfast, lunch—today we're having oysters—and dinner. Then clean up a bit of the ship, the captains room, and help anyone who needs it. I'm basically doing what Peter does, trying to keep myself occupied until someone needs my help, or the captain tells me to do something. As of now, me and Peter are swapping the poop deck. "This is torture, why am I always doing this?" Peter asked. "Well at least now you're not doing it alone. Why do they call it the poop deck anyway?" I asked. "Because seagulls usually drop their s.h.i.t here." "Oh." I didn't need to know this so early. "Well I think we're about done here, Peter, so—
"Hey Luna, Dylan needs your help in the kitchen," Alfred said. "Coming, figure out something to do Peter, this shouldn't take long." "Don't worry, I'll be annoying Arthur, see you at lunch."

🧜🏻‍♀️time skip🧜🏻‍♀️

Mmmm, oysters for lunch, I'm surprised they have some up here. "Alright, all done. I'll go tell the captain and the crew." "Actually I think I should—"
"Don't worry, Dylan, it'll be quick." "Ok, just run here when you finish saying it. If you don't, you'll be crushed by a stampede of hungry pirates." As I left the kitchen and headed up to the deck, I bumped into Mr. eyebrows. "Sorry captain, I di—"
"No no it was my fault, I didn't look up. So, is lunch ready?"
"Yes Captain." "Great, hang on a moment." He yelled out "lunch is ready," and suddenly the deck and the floor were shaking. He took my hand, and we ran to the little dining room. "So this is what your brother meant when he said he should tell everyone that lunch was ready." "Yes, now get in and sit next to me." There we're three tables—each for twelve people—me and the captain sat in the middle one, he sat at the head of the table, and I sat at his left. "Normally my left hand man would sit next to me, but you'd be more safe if you sat next to me." Men came running to their seats. "Food food food," they shouted. "Food food—"
"Quiet!" And then they shut up and waited for the food. Dylan brought out the trays of oysters, and then the stampede started to build up again. "Where are you men going? Last I checked, the captain gets food first," Arthur said. And then everyone sat down again.

🧜🏻‍♀️3 hours later🧜🏻‍♀️

"So it's a family recipe?" Arthur asked. "Yes." "Well good thing there's enough left for dinner, and good thing you stopped Alfred from getting more." "Hey I was still hungry," he said. "Well there was some stew left over from last week, at least that calmed you down," Arthur said. "Wait, that was from last week . . . Oh no." The poor first mate went puking into the ocean. I feel sorry for the fishes that live down there or are swimming by.
"I'm telling you guys, it was a mermaid," Peter said. "Boy, it was noon—you know when the sun is at its highest—and it was hot, and you didn't have lunch. You were hallucinating," a crew member said.
"There he goes again, talking about what he thinks he saw at the docs the other day," Arthur said. "What did he see?" "He says he saw a girl with a fish tail in the water, then she disappeared. He thinks he saw a mermaid." So he was the boy, but he's just a kid so of course no one will believe him. "Now wait a minute, what if he's right, you know I saw a mermaid me self once," another crew member said. "You were probably drunk, Jonathan," another crew member said. "I was not, I was a boy, and then I saw her again when I was fifteen."
"Alright then," the crew member said. "Let's say if they were real. Who would be ruling the ocean now? a king or a queen?" "That's easy, a king," Jonathan said. "A queen," Peter said. "Oh no, this could go on forever, come on Luna, let me show you how to steer the ship."