Beware the Oceanic Beauties

            " Keep those sails open, " A loud voice called out to the deck, night falling fast over the cry. " We’re headin’ into dangerous waters! "             A map in her hand, Anne stood at the helm, her eyes watching ahead, every wave glimmering with the pale light of a full moon from above. It had been months of chasing, months of searching, months of coming up empty. Legends, myths, tales of these creatures… None seemed to follow true, that is until she happened upon her map. What Anne would like to call a witch, but by profession was merely… A doctor of sorts, hiding in the bayous of the bottomless lakes of the west indies, gave her the map for a small price. The woman was a collector of valuables, not those worth much price, but those worth in sentiment. Anne gave her a necklace that was a gift from her first husband, not regretting parting with it.             If this lead was correct… She’d have enough gold to buy twenty more just like it.             Mist sprayed against their skin, the rough waters gliding across the boat’s sides. The men kept pace, following their captain seemingly to the end of the world. Hours passed, but still they weren’t near. Caves on the map showed dwellings of the mermaids, ripe for the taking.             It wasn’t until the water grew clearer, the wind eerily dying down, that Anne knew something was coming. They were drawing closer.             " Steady, lads… " Her voice lower than before, her eyes peering to the water before her. Jagged structures developed from out of the darkness, fog crawling over top the water’s surface. ” We’re here… “             There, in the precious moonlight, wide caves formed in the unknown land before them. It was a gathering place of some sort, overgrown plants and gathering tide creatures told her it would be long forgotten by any man… But mer-creature… Beneath the full moon, they laid anchor, preparing a small boat to row ashore the jagged formations of the caves.             " Won’t take long. " Anne told the quartermaster, stepping into the row boat. The men were quite around her as they grew closer, her heart pumping with hope.             She could practically taste the gold now.

Ah, Neptune is on his tonight. A little rowboat, he can see the bottom even from there he is. Is it worth the risk? Hunger is taking over his thoughts. It's a risky choice to make, but being alone, he can only take the chance. His movements are slow, careful as he pushes himself up and against the current, where he circles around the boat, just below it. Under it. He'll wait. Oh, he'll wait. If she's quiet for too long, perhaps he'll sing to her, seduction is the easiest form of control. He'll get his fill tonight.

Timid, but cold, he stares. Nothing is uttered, an almost somber looking gaze and he can’t find his words, the only thing he can think to to say is, “Two of us here, and we’ll be caught, are you out of your damn mind?” Though he’s one to talk, spending so much time near the shallows, “If you won’t leave, I will.” He doesn’t mean to be so awful, it’s the nature of the beast…should one refer to him as such, “I’ve not seen you around before. I have no interest in friends.”

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