She felt the waters around her shift and move, the current suddenly disturbed by a presence not usual to the cove that lead into the mouth of the cavern she had called home. This wasn’t a usual occurrence and it had her curious as to what was going on. Her past experiences with situations beyond the cove reminded her of the familiarity of how the waters moved now. It was a ship. Aggression and a territorial urge willed her into stopping what she was during and turning around. Finely tuned eyes stared into the darkness rive that ran through the cavern. Her tail flicked only slightly in an irritated behavior.
The red haired mystery swam up to the surface and she hovered there, quiet and mouth closed as she stared down tunnel that ran through the ragged island. Her eyes narrowed and she listened intently on what was going on in the outside world. Nothing. The only thing she could make out were the usual sounds of moisture that gathered on the rock ceilings of the cave dripping down to the now disturbed waters. The water moved ever so slightly, but they weren’t as still as they would be. No one was coming through the tunnel, however. Yet. She turned her upper body to glance back at the mighty artifact - the trident - that stood tall with something of it’s own glow radiating off of it - or maybe she was just so trained to see it in the dark. She could afford to leave it for a few minutes.
Diving back under the salty waters, she propelled herself forward down the tunnel she was all too familiar with. Her hands curved to cut into the water as she swam, like thick wind. The closer she came to the mouth of the tunnel, the more sounds she could make out. She was sure it was a ship that waited off the cove and when she rose to surface, hiding behind jagged rocks that framed the opening, her thoughts were confirmed. A crew and everything. She would often see ships, each with different colors hoisted into the wind, but never have they dared to come close to the cove. It wasn’t exactly safe waters there.
From where she was, she could make out only one who took a small boat out onto the waters and rowing toward the tunnel, a lantern close at hand. Squinting, she tried to make out who it was. He was male and she assumed, that if the crew and captain were smart, he was probably a scout. Either way, humans were humans and none of them were allowed here.
She shrunk back into the darkness as he entered the cove, keeping her movements very still and not disturbing the water. After his boat had passed, she trailed behind him, deep under water so that her motions would not signal her presence to the human. There were a few questions she wanted answered. Why were they here? Will they send more? And are they any more evolved than they were last time she encountered humans? Probably not.
His boat came to a stop, deep in the cavern where the artifact was and she rounded about to the edge of the cave and rose to the surface very slowly. Water dripped quietly from her chin and wet hair clung to her neck and shoulders. Blue eyes narrow, she watched the man as he grabbed his lantern and lit the area that was in front of him. Golden flames glinted off the metal of the trident.
The woman flinched when the man laughed. The noise echoed and bounced off the cave walls and the echoes almost doubled over each other. What was so funny? He then spoke, expressing disbelief in the trident before him and her eyes narrowed when he made the mention of money. Pirate. Figures, they were all telling fables of the place and challenging the sea to come there. Very few would have made it this far. She was more or less surprised.
She rolled her eyes at the way he practically stumbled his way over to the trident. There was no way he was going to try and carry the Atlantian treasure, was he? Though, when he did make his attempt at trying to move it, her instincts kicked in and she pushed herself off the rock she hid by and swam over there. She came to an abrupt stop when he fell back and the trident fell along with it, the ear-piercing clatter jolting all of her senses.
”What do you think you’re doing?!” She yelled at him, her voice surprisingly strong from one who did not talk very often. Normally, she would have laughed at the look on his face, but she was far too angered to care at the moment. Instead, she held a glare, hackles raised and jaw set as he gaped at her.
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