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As always there is mermaid lore hidden with the story. The included lore for this tale has been written under the guise of Fantastic Nautical Creatures by Newt Scamander. As always it will be taken from the book âThe Secret World of Mermaidsâ by Francine Rose while putting our own twist.
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Chapter 10: DĂși hÇi and Shou
Sirius glared at the snake, which was currently a bracelet on Remusâ hand. âHow come it doesnât bite you?â His eyes never leaving the gold snake.
Remus shrugged nonchalantly, unperturbed as he leaned against the lower walls of the quarterdeck. âHe likes me.â He continues looking over his notes in a worn leather notebook.
âWhat do you mean he, itâs a sword, pretty sure it doesnât need pronouns.â Sirius had been tasked with tying knots, eyeing Remus opening with contempt.
âAnd yet we call ships, she.â
âThatâs different, youâre talking about a sword as if it can understand what youâre saying.â
Remus glances up for a brief moment, an unreadable expression upon his face as he considers his answer. âBecause he can.â
Sirius pauses, âHow?â He raises a skeptic's brow. Remus doesnât respond, ignoring him in favor of continuing his work in the book. Sirius simply rolled his eyes, continuing to tie the knots.
Remus continued to have Sirius work on the ship for many hours. Sirius was not let out of Remusâ sight. And at small moments, Sirius would hear a soft humming sound. As if metal was vibrating. Sirius would look around to try to see where the humming was coming from, but no one seemed to notice.
And every time Sirius focused to find the source of the humming, it would stop. Oddly enough, Remus chuckled to himself softly throughout the day. Insane, Sirius thought as he was sent to retire for the night. Remus threatened another full day of work the next morning. He was definitely insane.
The next day, Remus was once again immersed in his work with that worn leather book of his. Sirius continued to work, mopping the deck under the beating sun. Then the humming returned. He ignored it at first. But as the day drew on, he noticed that it only seemed clearer to hear whenever he was nearby Remus.
âAre you humming?â Sirius prompted.
âNo.â Remus look strained as if it physically wounded him to dignify Sirius with a response to such a stupid question. So Sirius carried on. Until he couldnât take it more.
âWhat is that incessant humming?! It sounds like ringing metal!â Sirius cried out, searching for any possible source of what that horrid humming was.
Remus froze at the words, finally looking up to Sirius. âWait⊠you can hear it?â
âIâve been hearing it for nearly two days!â Sirius retorted with a dramatic turn of his head.
âI thought it was dramatics,â Remus replied simply.
âPlease tell me you hear it too.â Sirius ran a hand through his black locks. âOtherwise, I think I still have some of that thingâs,â he pointed to the gold snake on Remusâ wrist, âvenom in my veins.â
âYes, though not humming, itâs words.â Remus closes the book, placing his quill as a marker in his place. He wouldnât dare fold the pages of the journal. âThereâs no venom.â
Sirius stared at the tawny-haired boy dubiously. âWhat? What do you mean, itâs words?â
âMore a song really.â He continued as if the ebony-haired pirate had never spoken.
Sirius raises a quizzical brow, âAlright, Iâll bite. Who is singing?â
Remus gave the man a pointed look, growing bothered at the simple conversation, âDĂși hÇi.â
Sirius stared unblinkingly. âYouâre joking. A sword?â
âWhy would I joke? Over humming?â
âWhy would a sword sing?â Sirius countered.
âIt canât physically speak to us, so it makes a near-silent song.â A male voice replies.
Sirius turned to the helm, the First Mate was resting his arms on the railing, his legs crossed, a wide grin on his face.
âAnd not everyone can hear it. Which is why Remus thought you were merely jesting.â Quinn explained.
Siriusâ eyes flickered as he looked between the two. âCan you hear the humming then?â
Quinn nods in reply, âI can. Though itâs a bit different for me, I had to train in order to hear it. Itâs a process, but since then, I hear the swordâs song.â He glances down to Remus, âRemus had to train as well.â
âSo why can I hear it?â Sirius frowned.
Quinn smiled. âBecause you were bitten by DĂși hÇi. Its venom ran the course through your veins, as you so kindly pointed out earlier, it increased your exposure to the swordâs properties rather quickly.â
Sirius glared at the snake. DĂși hÇi took it upon himself to come alive and hiss at the pirate in retaliation.
Quinn tilted his head as he tsked. âDĂși hÇi, be nice. Your venom is very potent you know.â
The snake simply hissed, Quinn stuck his tongue out with a low chuckle. Sirius couldnât help but watch the interaction with awe and mild horror.
Remus watched silently, amused at the interaction. A small smile upon his face as he watched the little snake.
âIt can actually understand youâŠâ Sirius spoke lowly. Disbelief and amazement on his face.
Quinn looked back to the pirate. âHe is alive, so of course he can.â
âA language, like an actual living language that people learn and understand?â
Quinn smiled once more. âWell, itâs more like a melodious tune. There are no actual words in the Language of the Spirit Swords.â He chuckled at that. âIt was a pain to learn.â
âThe sword is alive, it has a spirit. And they are very aware and in tune with their environment. DĂși hÇi is the spirit of the sword. He was born when he was forged but named by his master. My sword is the same.â
Quinn reached for the sword at his side, brushing his fingertips across the hilt. A hum reached their ears. Siriusâ eyes widened.
âHow does one come across a sword like yours?â Sirius found himself asking.
Quinn clicks his tongue, tilting his head side to side, contemplating his answer. âItâs a complicated answer. You usually donât find a sword like ours. Not to mention they could reject you as their master.â
âWhy?â
âOh, there are many reasons. Personalities donât match. The swordmaster could be cruel. They could physically harm a swordâ and yes, you can harm a sword. Sword and master could reject each other. The sword could even be picky. Shou, my own sword is picky about everything.â Quinn paused. âItâs a lot like choosing a horse really.â He chuckled.
Shou, a wide sword with a solid black sheath adorned in gold accents, hummed loudly. Quinn winced a bit but otherwise ignored it. Remus also winced.
The hilt of the sword had red and black cross stitching etched the smooth grip. In the center handle, there was a small lionâs head, engraved in gold, much like the snake of DĂși hÇi.
Sirius simply continued to watch in astonishment, his lips parted. He simply couldnât believe it.
âShou and DĂși hÇi were forged for us, to fit our personalities. But even then, it does not guarantee the sword will accept you.â
Sirius found himself nodding as if he were a student. For once in his entire life, Sirius was behaving like a diligent apprentice. Remus stared at Sirius with perplexity. He has never seen the pirate this quiet for so long. Quinn looked between the two teens with a knowing grin.
âWell, I think thatâs enough for todayâs lesson class. Youâre dismissed.â He chuckles. Leaving the two teens to their own devices.
Remus nodded his head in acknowledgment as Quinn left them. Sirius carried on with his task of mopping the deck. Silently.
As the day turned to night, Remus looked at the rising moon, noting that it was nearly full.
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Chapter 9: The Escape
Remus was doing his best not to punch the pirate in the face, or at the very least refrain from tossing him into the open sea, which was a true testament to his restraint because the desire was overwhelming. Walking up to the deck, Sirius followed and Remus was praying to God for him to kindly shut up.
âI want to see him, who knows what youâve done to him.â
âI already told you, he doesnât wish to be anywhere near you, and I share his sentiment.â He looked at the pirate and for a moment, spotting pain in the otherâs storm blue eyes.
But like a lightning strike, it was gone in a second. Sirius hardened his gaze once more.
âSo youâve been telling him lies then.â Sirius sneered.
Remus scoffed, âContrary to the Captainâs reputation of being callous and merciless, he would never lay a hand on a child. He only took Regulus because he was treated worse than cattle.â
At that, Sirius had nothing further to say, what could he say when it was the truth?
An awkward silence followed the two like an anchor as the tawny-haired boy turned and continued walking on deck, the distant voice of a crewmember calling Remus for assistance. With a sigh, he turns to the ebony-haired boy.
âI have to go, but donât do anything stupid.â
âWhat do you think Iâm going to do? Sprout wings and fly away?â Sirius scoffed.
Remus rolls his eyes, giving a pointed look. âIn this world? I wouldnât put it past you.â He turns back around and walks off.
Sirius simply shook his head as the pompous tawny-haired boy walked off. He honestly couldnât fathom why anyone would allow him on this ship. Then again, Sirius thought, it suited the infamous White Sea Serpent to have someone like him aboard his ship.
Pompous, the whole lot of them.
The crew were fine in his opinion, they minded their own business. Which probably explained why they were ignoring him as if he were the plague.
Deciding upon himself that he might as well look around, considering no one was really paying attention to him. He might even be lucky and find his brother. Motivated at the prospect of finding his lost brother, Sirius set out to search the entire ship. He went down to the kitchens, then to the cargo hold which, astonishingly, only had two barrels of wine and not a single barrel of rum.
There were many things Sirius could forgive, but not having rum was a crime he could never forgive. However, there was a ridiculous amount of white grain, labeled rice. And some strange red and green foul-smelling thing that made Sirius gag.
Next, Sirius decided to wander through the hallways of the cabins. Checking through the glass windows to peek inside, in the hopes of spotting his brother. At last, he reached a cabin door where a woman dressed in white sat in a rocking chair, holding two small boys, resting their heads close to her bosom, her eyes were closed and her lips were parted as she sang a soft lullaby that Sirius couldnât hear through the door.
One of the boys was who Sirius had been searching for. Regulus was being rocked to sleep.
Regulus looked, in peace. His face had a healthy flush, his cheeks had rounded in only just a few days. His clothes were clean and he looked properly dressed. The woman in white, rocked gently, rubbing both of their backs.
Regulus shifted in his sleep, the woman gently lulled the child back into a deeper slumber, shifting to her arms to accommodate the changed positions so Regulus wouldnât hurt his neck as he slept. The woman smiled as she continued her song, never once did she open her eyes.
Sirius couldnât help but feel a pang of pain in his chest. Oh, how many times did he long for his mother to hold him as the woman in white did so for the boys, Sirius had lost count. Lost all hope of his mother ever giving them an ounce of affection.
And when Regulus was born, Sirius prayed that his mother would at least show affection to him. Instead, she treated them as nothing more than pests that she must learn to tolerate. Sirius tried to take to the brunt of their âdiscipline,â but there was only so much he could do as a young boy.
And as soon as Sirius was able, he escaped that hell hole. Leaving Regulus behind. He knew that what he did would only make things worse for Regulus, their mother would take it out on him, and Regulus wouldnât have Sirius to take the brunt of it. Sirius cursed himself for being weak. Sirius had every intention of coming back for him, to give Regulus a better life. The tawny-haired boyâs words echo in his head.
âHe only took Regulus because he was treated worse than cattle.â
Sirius wasnât blind. Their mother never once loved them. Yet here was this woman, who was not Regulusâ mother, tenderly cradled him, sung him a soft lullaby, rocking him to sleep, as if he was her own, would make anyone think she loved Regulus.
And with how at peace Regulus looked, he might even love her as well. How cruel, for a mother to loathe her offspring, only for a stranger to show them affection and kindness. The boy was right, the captain of this ship didnât kidnap Regulus, the captain saved him.
And just like before, Sirius came to a decision he thought was best. He will leave Regulus here. But this time, he was leaving Regulus in a place where he was clearly cared for and treated well. Regulus didnât need him. With a heavy heart, Sirius turned away.
Back on deck, Sirius peered over the railing. He couldnât swim back to shore, they were too far from land. But, he lamented. Spotting a lifeboat hanging by ropes. He could steal a boat.
Remus managed to finally resolve the problem the crewmate had been dealing with. Returning to the deck, his eyes scanned for the ebony-haired male. His eyes narrowing the longer he searched and still not finding the pirate.
âCaptain!â A crewman called. Pointing towards the open sea, âThe pirate is making a run for it!â
Of course, he would try to run. Only seemed to be about time. Rushing to the side of the ship, Remus glared at the jolly pirate, watching as his figure grew further from the ship.
He wasnât even taking Regulus with him?! That good for nothing, pirate!
Captain Hua merely raised a brow, watching the pirate rowing away with an amused smirk. âHow daring.â
âBeen planning huh?â Opal chuckles as she stands against the base of a cargo net.
Quinn smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned forward on the railing. He looked at the greek woman. âOh, thisâll be interesting to witness.â
âShall we turn the ship?â The crewman asked.
âThat wonât be necessary,â He looked to Remus, âRemus, please bring Brielle up on deck.â
Remus turned at Captain Huaâs request, nodding in confirmation. Briskly walking across the deck, he couldn't help but wonder why Sirius had decided to forgo his entire reason for ambushing the ship? Did he just not care about his brother anymore? Or had something happened for him to ultimately decide that perhaps Regulus was alright?
There was nothing he could decipher for himself, he muses, as he wouldnât know the thoughts of the ebony-haired pirate. Or find answers for his theories. Sirius Black, the youngest pirate captain of their age. As infuriating and insufferable as he may be, there was more to him.
If what Brielle said was true, then perhaps there was more to Sirius Black than being a complete idiot.
This was the second time he considered the thought. But why? Standing at the base of the stairs below deck, brought him back to the matter at hand. He found himself at the door to Brielleâs room much sooner than he had anticipated.
âBrielle!â
Sirius couldnât help but grin as he rowed farther away. He looked back to the ship, the captain, the first mate, and the tawny-haired boy were all watching him. He was over surprised that they werenât turning the ship around.
Oh well, more time for him to get farther away.
He heard a loud splash behind him, theyâre probably sending another lifeboat out to catch him, he assumes, chuckling to himself. There was no way they could catch him from this distance unless they used the ship.
The boat lurched. Rocking Sirius sharply, causing him to drop the oars. Sirius looked around the small boat, he didnât see anything, did he hit something? The boat rocked again. Sirius looked back to the ship, and from what he could tell, more people had gathered to watch him. The crew seemed to be laughing. As if they knew something he didnât.
The boat was rocked nearly capsized this time, Sirius gripped the sides of the tiny boat in panic. His eyes searched everywhere, was he closer to land than he expected? Did he hit a rockbed? A coral reef? Just what exactly did he hit?
Or, did something hit him?
There, from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of white. But it was gone when he turned his head. His breath hitched as he saw a clawed hand grip the front of the boat, pulling it into the water. Sirius backed up, gripping the boat for dear life. Whatever it was, it was clearly strong.
The hand sunk into the water just as the front of the boat, ahead rose from the water. Sirius could hear his heart pounding.
âOh hell, donât tell me youâre part of that lot too!â Sirius found himself shouting.
The head had dark hair, pale skin, and two slitted eyes with finned ears, the head opened its cursed mouth, revealing a row of pearly white fangs. Sirius most certainly, did not scream.
The head then dared to smile like a mad man, then dove underwater. The boat shot upwards back towards the surface. Then it started to move, a rope pulling it along, as the thing pulled the rope.
The boat moved fast, then it started gaining speed. In just a few moments, Sirius was already within swimming distance of the ship. He started to panic that the thing pulling his small boat was going to make him crash. At the last possible second, the boat came to an abrupt halt, sending Sirius forward.
The crew on the ship laughed at the haggard sight of the pirate.
âSo kind of you to join us again Mr. Black.â Captain Hua spoke. âDid you have a nice swim?â
At that, the head dived down, its scaly tail sending a splash right at him. He was soaked.
Sirius couldnât be certain, but he swears that he saw a gleam in the captainâs eye. âWho are you?â Sirius couldnât help but ask. He was no fool, that creature definitely belonged to the insane captain with the accursed sword.
âA man of many talents.â Was all the captain said.
The pirate was pulled back aboard the ship, the crew members took in the sight of the soaked pirate before returning to their posts. The first mate threw a blanket at the pirate to dry off. The tawny-haired boy had returned, a small smile on his face from when he tried to contain his laughter.
Remus looked to the pirate after a minute for composure, shaking his head in exasperation. It was rather a hilarious sight, and once again this was a new record towards Siriusâ idiocy.
Quinn completely found the scene amusing, his smirk still clearly evident upon his face.
The sound of dripping water caught Sirius's ear, turning, he saw the hideous head that dragged him back to this awful ship pulled aboard, The head then started to sprout bloody human-looking legs from its tail! The finny fish-like traits vanishing before his eyes, the captain wrapping a blanket around it.
Siriusâ eyes widened, it was the woman in white! The one who tended to Regulus!
âYou!â
The woman, no, the monstrous head, looked to him. She made a mock gasp, her eyes widening. âYou!â She responded. A wide grin on her face. Her teeth the same shade of pearly white.
âI take it you had your fun?â The captain eyed the head.
If it werenât for the fact of what Sirius just went through, he would have called the woman handsome.
âI was only teasing.â The head answered the captain, who only shook his head in amusement.
Sirius decided right there. He did not like her. Nope. Not one bit.
The captain led the head back to wherever it was they were heading to. Sirius turned to Remus when he saw the tawny-haired boy approach.
âYou let that thing near the children?â
âI see that you have been sneaking around. And the children are safest with her. Not to mention they love her. Everyone loves Brielle.â
âI donât love her. In fact, I dare say I hate her.â
âWell, thatâs a personal problem then, not mine. And why is that? Might I ask?â Remus tilts his head in mock curiosity. âIs it because she takes better care of your brother than you and sheâs not even the same species?â
At that Sirius, only glared, he turned away.
âRemus.â The captain called from his post on the helm. âYou have a slippery one on your hands, donât you?â
âIt would appear so captain. I canât take my eyes off him for a moment.â
The captain nodded, then reached for his sword. Untying it from his belt, then tossed Remus the dark green sword.
Remus caught the hilt and sheath of the sword with careful hands, looking down to the golden snake that could quite simply kill him in one bite. Then he looks back to the captain with a questioning look, âAre you sure?â
âPerhaps it will give Mr. Black the incentive to behave himself.â Captain Hua gave Sirius a knowing glance before he looked back to Remus. âBesides, he missed you.â
With nothing further to add, the Captain turned away.
Sirius looked to the tawny-haired boy. âWho?â
Remus simply held out the sword towards Sirius, a smirk on his lips. Sirius instantly backed up when Remus brought the accursed sword closer to him. âDĂși hÇi.â
Sirius knew that sword, he remembered it quite well, and would kindly prefer to be as far away from it as possible thank you. He did not wish to be bitten again. But up close, Sirius reluctantly had to admire the sword.
It was a wide sword with a dark forest green sheath with gold accents that looked coral. The hilt of the sword had a metallic gold snake, with emerald gemstones for eyes. It blinked, Sirius backed away.
The tiny gold snake came to life, hissing softly as it moved towards the boys' hand. Siriusâ blood froze. Was it going to bite him?
The gold snake slithered up Remusâ hand, then coiled its cold metallic body around his wrist. It looked to Remus for a moment, flicking its tongue. Remus only smiled at the tiny deadly snake.
These people are insane, thought Sirius.
As if reading his thoughts, the gold snake turned to Sirius and hissed loudly. Sirius didnât need to be told to stay away from that thing.
The snake looked smug. If that were somehow possible? Remus chuckled at DĂși hÇiâs antics. âI think he gets the message DĂși hÇi.â
Satisfied with terrifying the pirate, the snake hissed softly. Then winked at Sirius. These people were most certainly insane. The snake rested its head on the back of Remusâ hand and became inanimate once more. Its emerald eyes shimmering brightly with the rays of the sun.
