The Siren Song

The House

"We finally found that asshole!" Cheered an extremely excited Error, his smile wide.

Ink rolled his eyes at the pirate, but he understood the frustration of trying to find Nav. Nav really was a troublesome person to find, specially when you needed him. The Merman glanced over  to his child though, the understanding in his eyes disappearing into worry.

Ever since Fresh had taken him for the night almost a month ago, he's been sort of clingy to the pirate... He would whine when the parasite's attention wasn't on him for too long or he would quiet literally force the poor mortal into the tiny tank to cuddle with him! He also would hiss and growl, even curse at the other crew-members when they got too close to him!

"Paper, is something wrong, my dear?" The merman whispered in the Mer-people's true tongue, his voice portraying his worry.

The Siren simply nodded with a childish giggle, sinking into his tank with a purr.

He couldn't stop thinking about that night... That night when the pirate had done that to him... Oh, how the pirate looked at him with his glowing eyes... How he felt when the other's fingers were moving inside of him...

Goodness! Whenever he thinks about it, he wants it to happen again!

Taking a deep breath, the Siren tried to calm himself down. If he didn't then the Merman might actually find out what the mortal did and get angry. Ink doesn't like these mortals too much nor does he seem very happy with them in general. He probably is just helping them get a bigger boat so they could get bigger tanks. Which would be nice. Jam just hoped that it didn't mean he couldn't sleep in the first mate's room anymore.

It didn't take long before the crew came to a lonely mansion on the side of cliff with nothing but vast forest behind it. Below the cliff was a long stretch of sandy beaches that seemed to be almost swallowed by the rising tides.

Despite that the location of the mansion, the home appeared to large in size and looked well kept for an old man taking care of it. Even in the fog, one could vaguely make out the warm brick walls that seemed to be decorated in soft paintings of ancient symbols. There were two tall towers that were hidden by the low hanging clouds, and the mansion seemed to also go deep underground if a few wooden rods coming out of the cliff was evidence enough.

The place looked a little... Too homey for an old mortal to still be living in it. Though there was three docks, each varieying in size, so one could assume that the old man had company once upon a time.

Error carefully steered his ship into one of the ports, eyeing the house. It all seemed too quiet...

"Bring the Merman and the Siren!" The dark Captain barked out, swiftly moving a group of men and monsters to lift up the heavy tanks onto their shoulders.

Fresh jumped from the ship to the creaky docks below. He was trying to see if there was anything out there before calling the others. Seeing as there was nothing there, he waved to them, allowing the men from above to kick down a flat walkway to the wooden docks.

Quickly, the first ones down the planks were the tailed beings, since they were the heaviest items that needed to be carried out. The Siren gave the first mate a cooing smile, relaxing in their tank. The Merman gave the little one a confused look, but didn't say anything about it and just also relaxed in their tank. It was clear that the Merman was starting to suspect something and that the Siren was unusually attach to the parasite.

Quietly, the first mate glanced at the Siren, gulping lightly. He knew why Jam was starting to cling to him and he wanted the tiny thing to stay like that... His parasitic and pirate natures agreeing that in the end, he wouldn't give Paper up.

Though, right now, he better keep that to himself... He highly doubts the Merman would like that thought coming from him... Maybe even attempt to kill him for even thinking of that.

The small group of beings walked down the sturdy docks, moving towards the large home. The docks were surprisingly long, with the front section of them cut off from the rest of the waters. It seemed like there were boats there, a whole lot of them, but the fog made it impossible for them to actually make out any one boat's features.

Sighing some, the group walked up some stairs, this time the tanks were being levitated as to not cause too much problems with the crew. There weren't a lot of stairs, though, before they made it to a large door with a flat part of it coming out of the cliff.

Fresh and Error looked between each other before finally the Captain knocked on the door, seeing as there weren't any doorknobs.

For a moment, nothing happened, the house staying dark and quiet. Then the door glowed, swinging open to reveal an old man wheeling out in an odd looking chair.

The dark skinned human was old with faded red hair and pale pink eyes that held years of knowledge and wisdom. Yet, their body, at least the parts that were exposed, were marred in scars and twisted fates. Still, they gave a great grin and a booming laugh.

"King Ink! The Great King of the Future!" He called out, looking straight to the Merman.

"Nav! The Great Sailor!" Ink called out, leaning over the small tank with a bright smile. "You're still alive!"

The statement caused a loud laughter to fall from the ancient man. Life seemed to be flowing from him as a being, his eyes holding more wisdom than anything else.

"Come in! Come in! The family is waiting to meet you, you fish!" He called out, moving backwards.

Ink laughed some, smiling a bit. The pirates though were a bit wary, still they entered the house.