When he managed to open his eyes again, Smiling fin was graced with an unfamiliar landscape, a colourful coral reef bursting with reds and blues. And an angry Siren floating lazily around a cluster of emerald kelp.
"Its time to pay up. Pirate Boy", She glanced at him warily. "We escaped the Pirates, now its time to complete your part of the deal".
"But what about the Nekons?", He sat up hurriedly, grasping the rope as she started swimming slowly, her powerful tail slinking through the water like a whisp, graceful and smooth, yet strong and chilling.
"Yes, yes. we will get to these Nektons. And your precious Fontane". The sirens cold gaze found his wide eyes as she flipped herself upside down with the speed of a bullet, her face inches from his as her hair floated slowly around them like an oil spill, her frightening grin returning. "You humans are so fascinating. so complex. I'm sure that if I removed that little mask of yours", her talon-like nails slowly scratched his helmet, leaving long scars on the otherwise smooth metal. "You would hold out for as long as you could, whilst the ocean claims you for herself, and yet, your last word would most likely be 'Fontane'. Would I be incorrect"
Finn struggled with what to say. no one knew what their last words would be, after all, who planned something like that. He wondered how the siren was so calm while his heart raced at the mere thought.
Perhaps she didn't get freaked out by deep thoughts like that.
"Are you scared of death?", he flinched as the siren laughed, wicked and loud and sounding like the crashing of waves on rock. She straightened herself out as she continued cackling, eying him with a broken stare.
"Death lost his hold on me a long time ago child. the ocean mother is my life, and my inevitable end will be at the hands of humans if ever they were smart enough to catch me"
"But we caught you". Fin stated, matter-of-factly. The siren recoiled, hissing sharply as she clenched her hands, looking like she wanted to very well end him then and there.
He barely noticed the whispering that encompassed them until the Siren's stiff posture softened, her eyes clouded over as if she was looking right through him and into something ethereal. The whispers spoke soft things to him, things he couldn't understand, things from a language lost to time. yet he understood them, something encompassed him, a comforting warmth that almost made him overlook the angry beeping that started to emit from his helmet.
"Abyssus abyssum invocat", the sirens whisper made him jump, her voice seeming to scare off the comforting whispers as he suddenly realised what was about to happen to him.
"Can we surface. I'm running out of air. Fast", Finn struggled to not let the panic engulphing him seize his words as the Siren raised an eyebrow.
Without skipping a beat, she darted up, propelling herself through the water at breakneck speeds. Finn only had a second to react before he was painfully pulled up to the quickly approaching surface.
His head swam dizzily as he was tossed roughly onto a kelp-covered rocky outcropping. The siren was lurking in the water,
clutching lightly to the reef around them, hair once again pooling ominously around her.
Finn sighed as he stood, turning to the lush beach in front of him. the trip across the reef would take a while, and he briefly wondered what time it was as stars and galaxies stretched above them. "Where are we?"
The Siren huffed, small bubbles marring the otherwise perfect water as she pointed into the distance, where Finn could make out the distinct shape of a familiar vehicle docked at an unfamiliar bay.
"The Aronnax!". He cried, trying to launch himself towards the beach, but was pulled short by the rope connecting him to the Siren. "What?"
"Where do you think your going-"
"I have to warn the Nektons. I told you."
"Our deal is not complete". She stated, narrowing her piercing eyes.
"technically you didn't get me to the Nektons. you only got me near them". Finn smiled as the Siren glowered at him, seething under the water.
"Verry well 'Pirate boy'. I'll get you to your precious Nektons and your precious Fontane". She smirked dangerously before she ducked underwater again, pulling him down with her as she raced through the mirky water, straight towards the Aronnax whos moonpool was surprisingly opening.
The Siren launched through the opening so fast that Finn feared that they would be launched out and onto the ceiling, but alas, once again, it was only him who was catapulted onto the cold metal.
He groaned as the Siren slunk around the edge of the pool, footsteps greeting him from behind. "Hello, Smiling Finn"
Shout out to hratt2 who is literally the only reason I published those last two chapters. I saw one of there comments replied and then started typing up the chapters. what can I say except writers block is a pain unless someone asks me to update.
Also, someone tell Feyre to stop throwing Finn. Humans bruise easily hun.
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The Pale Woman's Song
FantasyMermaids, they're not real, well not any more. That's what the crew of the Dark orca thought before hauling one out of the sea, though she's not much of a mermaid. No, she's something much, much worse.