Call of the sirens

Call of the sirens

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Wilchestershire, a small town in the north of England, situated at the shore, barely anyone knew it, besides the annual mermaid festival. It was very well-known for sticking to that tradition, bringing in all the tourists on the first weekend of May, to make it seem like a vibrant little town that has their shit together when it couldn't be further from the truth. But who's to judge? She wouldn't even begin to engage in discussion about that, 'let them all have their little dreamworld and let them live in peace, so I can have mine' is what she always sticks to. It has worked so far. Up until this day. The day that mysterious girl came ashore, and she saw the limp body of Simon Cartellier hanging out of his windshield, his blood spilled all over his trunk, making it seem like a work of art almost. Had she only known what she has gotten herself into by running after the girl that would soon haunt her dreams and far more than just that...
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"Very good, Wesley," he breathed, the warm air fanning across the merchant captain's face. "Now I suggest you listen closely because I don't do this very often." Wesley curiosity grew, though he kept a healthy degree of skepticism as he listened to the pirate. "I'm prepared to offer you a deal." "What kind of deal?" he asked, his heart racing. "I seem to have found something that I want even more than your ship's cargo," he said with an unsettling smirk. "And I am prepared to let what remains of your crew sail free if I get it." "Name your price," Wesley said, at this point ready to agree to anything if his crew would live. Valentine reached out and tilted Wesley's head up so he could get a better view of it. His smirk seemed to grow as he let one little word slip through his lips. "You." *This is an LGBTQ+ story*

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