Smazul fanfiction because Huitzi and I are not over this and never will be.
Watching the swirling gray seas made Smee anxious; it reminded him of days gone by and years that had slipped away through the bottoms of beer bottles and empty promises and wicked fights. It reminded him once again that his children had all grown and had children of their own; and Smee was just the same as ever. Same changing man, caught somewhere between youth and graying beards. Away from Ireland for centuries but unable to drop his brogue. The same man who watched Azul, the love of his life, return to where she’d come from after she’d seen her children grow.
It had been a trivial fight, one that now, from a different view, could have been solved so easily. But when they fought, it often led to “the end”. If Smee had known it was going to be the actual end, he would have held on tighter. But just as quick as the mermaid had turned up in his life, she was gone with the tide.
Smee adored the woman; with her untamable heart and her dark, stormy eyes, with wild hair that matched her personality. He could feel his eyes stinging with the memories of their love; the dancing, the singing, the children, the laughter, the family. How he’d rescued her from that godawful circus. How he’d killed for her. How he’d always sworn he would die for her.
If only he could have lived for her.
A rose bloomed across Scotty’s face as he could feel a fiery ache building up inside him, and he glanced over his shoulder, to make sure no one was around. Of course no one but Hobbes was, as the other pirate was at the helm.
“You should join the others, Hobbes,” Smee managed to choke out with his crooked smile. “They’re all having a pint for wee Blake’s tenth birthday. I’ll watch the wheel,” the Irish sea dog told him, climbing the few stairs with heavy footfalls. It didn’t take much to convince the other buccaneer to swan off, and Smee finally found himself in silence, save for the crashing of the water against the vessel.
The gentleman strode to the weathered, wooden railing and leaned against it, watching as the white caps in the distance curled over one another, as though in a rush to crash down into their source. Each wave was a suicide, the way they threw down so violently. A storm brewed up in the dark clouds; veins of lightening pooled up in the firmament, and Smee could tell that Blake and Jill, Hook’s kids, would be knocking on his room later for a bit of solace from the tyranny of the skies. Like his own wee ones would have so long ago; Merrin, Paddy, James, and little Amore.
Oh how he missed that chapter of his life.
And then there were tears from the man’s tired eyes, tears that he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. The slipped down the curve of his cheeks and dripped off his chin and nose, falling to the wild fathoms below. He covered his face, embarrassed beyond belief, and wishing he could take back every harsh word he’d said to his beloved. Smee swore in that moment that he’d do anything to have his dear, Azul back.
“Azul,” he cried, his shoulders shaking as he arched forward, pressing his legs against the railing. “Azul, I wish you could only forgive me. I wish it with all of my soul,” Smee shivered against the frigid breeze that caused a cacophony up in the mast with the hooks and ropes.
“You need only ask,” a voice like a whisper on the wind responded, and Smee picked his head up quickly, his red-rimmed eyes unbelieving of the figure that was floating below him.
“Ah,” he choked out, watching her silently, enraptured with her very constant beauty. “Azul,” he sniffled, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his nose and try to regain a bit of dignity. “H-how long were you watching?” Smee managed, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“Long enough,” she whispered back, and started up the side of the ship’s ladder with practiced ease. The mer walked right up to him, unabashed in her nakedness and wrapped her arms around her Irish sailor. “Take me somewhere warm, my Jolly Sailor Bold?”