"Man overboard!" came the cry from the ship's lookout as he pointed off to the side, to where a man appeared to be floating on a piece of wood, unconscious.
He was hauled aboard but didn't wake, so the crew delivered him to the captain's quarters, where he continued to sleep off whatever had caused him to be unconscious in the first place.
Something was different about him, though. He seemed... ethereal, in a way. But that wasn't just to do with his beauty, really... There was more. Light reflected off the scale-like surface of his abdomen as his shirt shifted. Slits like gills became visible as his gorgeous long blonde hair was moved about. But he didn't wake, even as he continued to breathe.
"Well I never..." Grantaire had heard the legends, as well as anyone. Still, to see it with his own eyes was a whole different thing all together, and perhaps he was a little taken by surprise, but collected himself.
He took a seat, waited, grateful that the crew had gone back to work. "Well well, what do we have here? Man, or a fish?" He mumbled to himself, moving the creature's hair, studying the gills. This was no ordinary man, and that was obvious. He kept one hand on a dagger, awaiting that the man's eyes would open.
Siren. Merman, or anything like the sort, one creature he never expected to see.
The creature shivered where he lay, squirming in his bonds as he slept on for a while longer before stirring with a grimace. His eyes were hazy and his vosion blurry as he twisted around, confused and clearly frightened, and looking even more confused and frightened by the second. And then his clear blue eyes landed on a human and he squirmed all the harder, causing the rooes to bite into his sensitive skin.
Grantaire sat back, watching the creature stir. "Good morning. You'll have to forgive these ropes. Safety precaution." He stated, eyes fixed on the creature. "Are you perhaps a siren? If so, those ropes will be accompanied by a rag. I value my ship, and my crew." That was a thing he was never going to give up.
He kept his eyes fixed on the creature, barely blinking.
Enjolras was afraid and it shone clearly in his beautiful blue eyes as he stared at the pirate, a moment passing before finally making eye contact with his captor. He took a deep breath and winced as if the mechanism to do such stung but listened attentively, as if he could do anything else. He waited several moments before speaking, squirming uncomfortably before giving a glare. "I'm no siren," he said, his voice somewhat raspy as he became accustomed to speaking above water. "Where am I?" He looked around, fear still clear in his eyes.
"You are something. I bet you would sink this ship if you got the chance, am I right?" Grantaire stated, giving a glare in return.
"You are in my quarters, and this? This is my ship. Don't worry, you will find the hold soon enough. But first, creature, I want answers."
A creature like this could fetch money, and Grantaire knew as much, and was determined to keep him alive.
Enjolras blushed slightly green and shrugged as nonchalantly as he could. "I could, I suppose..." he said, trying again for nonchalance. He looked away at the glare.
"Why should I tell you anything? And what do you even want to know? You haven't asked me anything." The response came sharply through the creature's raspy voice as he turned his head, again, to glare at the captain with eyes as blue as the clearest crystal sea.
"Because, creature, you are not in charge here. I could have you in chains if I desired, but I will not. I could also go to the nearest port, and hold an auction. Good money in it, I suppose, for men like me." Grantaire said, calmly picking up a dagger.
"First of all, what are you? Who are you?" This was curiousity on the captain's part, watching the creature, who he couldn't deny was beautiful.
