The British Empire was the terror of the seven seas. He was a conquerer of ships, taker of treasures, and commander of the waves. He was a pirate of his own league and unmatched by any other.
Arthur Kirkland was the king of the world. He had all the gold he could ever imagine. But still, as he sat in his cabin staring at the ceiling, he felt empty. He felt like he was missing something as he stared out of the small window into the brisk night. Finally brushing the emptiness off, he readied himself for bed. He dressed in his normal nightie and laid in his large bed, covered in the most expensive silks and velvets. The bed was large, yet England slept alone. That's when he heard it, the playful splashing and angelic laughter. He instantly stood from his bed and peeked out the window, gazing at the glorious image every pirate dreams of.
He saw a mermaid, well merman to be technical. He was gorgeous! His eyes were glittering like sapphires and were speckled with stars. His hair was golden like all the coins Arthur had stored from his many conquers. His skin was kissed by the sun with passion, the tan the merman possessed could melt the entire artic. His smile was whiter than the rarest ivory pearl and he had the sweetest dimples. Lastly was his tail, it was a work of art.
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Arthur drooled at the merman, who was playing with a bunch of dolphins. The stranger's body was so lean, yet so muscular. Then and there, England made up his mind. He had to have the merman for himself. He quietly crept around the sleeping ship, getting to the main deck. He swiftly tossed over his thinnest netting, so that the merman would never see it coming. Arthur then waiting on the side, ready for the moment the blonde beauty would swim right into his trap. Well, it didn't take long. The merman was swimming happily when his tailfin got caught in the razor netting. Trying to free himself, he ended up getting more tangled. Arthur finally pulled him up and the scared boy plopped in front of him.
Arthur smirked down at him, but then realized how terrified the boy was. He then noticed how the razor netting cut along the boy's tail and skin, making him bleed in every slash. Arthur felt awful and treated his wounds in silence. Arthur then picked him up bridal style and sat him on the edge, allowing the boy to swim free. He sighed as he watched him go, the beautiful merman diving into the depths of the sea.
Months passed and Arthur never forgot about him. On the night of Christmas, he threw a party for his crew. They all drank happily, unaware that they were sailing towards a huge rock. Well, they certainly felt the rock. The ship jolted to a stop and began to sink, so Arthur quickly directed his crew to the lifeboats. He was so busy helping his crew that he didn't even notice the shadowy figure watching him from behind the rocks. Once he was sure his entire crew was safe aboard the lifeboats, he ran to them. But, his foot got caught in a piece of a broken floorboard. Arthur yelled for his crew to help, but they all just smirked and dropped the lifeboat, rowing happily away. England was furious at the betrayal as his ship completely sank, his head quickly submerged. He was cutting in and out, the last thing he saw was a black figure swimming right at him.
