#dcvilfish

[pirateheir]

+ @dcvilfish

"M’sister’s a kid, still. She don’t know nothin’ ‘bout th’ laws o’ th’ sea. I’ve tried t’ sit her down an’ explain but she’s way t’ hyperactive, wants t’ get into things.” Beat. “Th’ sea calls t’ her like it does t’ me. ----M’point is, ‘m here t’ apologize. In her stead. I know tha’ look. ‘S th’ look someone gets whenever they been wronged by one o’ me or mine.” A sigh. “Look, I may be a pirate, but I ain’t tha’ bad. I’ve got heart, which is more tha’ can be said fer yer kind: no offense meant.”

[ghostlyhunterarchived]

Such a strange moment; mermaid surveying ghost, her eyes were wide like a child's, innocent and filled with boundless curiosity. "Who are you? You seem different to other men."

“I am Captain Salazar and I am not like other men. Who might you be?” He looked at her with a look of surprise on his face. By what chance could two things of tall tales and stories meet?

[ohxhangxme]

"Are you the one who sings?" Moonlight shimmering over the water, and a most bewitching young woman gazing at him from the surface.

@dcvilfish

He’d hardly believed the tales. The ones about mermaids. ‘Devilfish,’ they’d been called, said to have dragged sailors down to the watery depths and feasted on their flesh. When those older––and he’s realizing now, wiser––had spoken of the legends, he’d always merely snorted and shook his head, refusing to put much stock in it. He’d never been the superstitious sort, after all, though now, staring at the ethereal being in the water, he may well be reconsidering that stance.

The shock of seeing one so beautiful, of the existence of one such as her in and of itself––coupled with perhaps the smallest amount of fear, not for himself but for the others in the boat and perhaps even a little for the one before him––it takes him a moment to remember himself.

“… Oh. Aye. I be th’ one who was singin’.”