HMC - Pirates and Mermaids AU
@hetaliamondaychallenge
The amount of research that went into the thought âWhat if Sweden is (selectively) mute and uses sign language?â is just UGH. Europeâs recorded use of sign language is very lackluster until the 1750â˛s, and honestly itâs still sparse then. Because I wrote the beginning of this to be at the end of the Golden Age of Piracy, I needed time-appropriate sign language. I spent roughly an hour trying to find it. On the bright side, I now know that Swedish Sign Language likely descended from Old British Sign Language, which is why I use (a form of) it in this. Technically, its use wasnât recorded until 1760, but I imagine they were using a form of it before then. Cited: â...there is solid evidence that deaf people in Britain were signing as early as in the 16th century...â So, I just gave it a (probably inaccurate) name. I had to. Youâll see why. I do not claim this is the name used at the time. I also used time-appropriate measurements.
Fun Fact: Swedish Sign Language didnât exist until 1800. And itâs currently an endangered language, which is really sad. Itâs so beautiful. (Seriously, go look up Swedish Sign Language on YouTube. I recommend watching song translations. Theyâre captivating. Try Tommy KrĂĽngh if you go the song route.)
Ship: SuFrUk (Sweden/England/France)
Iâm most definitely turning this into a longer story! This is just highlights, Iâll be adding in more detail as I create chapters.
    Arthur grimaces when his ship creaks, shifting in the direction of the net his crew cast moments ago. It isnât an uncommon occurrence, being this far from shore. They often catch larger fish with the net they had stolen from a fishing boat. It feeds them well for a few days, so itâs worth the mess, but the ship tilting and moving everything that isnât tied down is always obnoxious. âPull it up! Now!â He doesnât even give them a second before snapping at them again. âFaster! Donât let it get away!â Thereâs not much of a chance of it getting away though. Not unless it has sharp teeth, like a shark. Even then, they panic so much itâs difficult for them to escape. But his crew doesnât know that. And if any of them do, they donât dare defy his orders. The net comes out of the water, and he frowns. Thatâs not a fish. ThatâsâŚ
    âMove! Donât let its stingers touch you!â Everyone in the line of the moving net runs as far away from it as they can. Thankfully, no one gets stung. Once the net is mostly done swaying, Arthur storms up to the knot holding it and unties it quickly. Heâll wait for the stupid jellyfish to die before tossing it back into the ocean to be eaten by something stupid enough to try. Thereâs no good meat on it. He steps up next to it and pokes it with his foot, careful not to let it touch any of his skin. Itâs huge. The tentacles are roughly three fathoms (18 ft/548.64cm) long, from what he can tell. Theyâre in a tangled mess he doesnât envy. They remind him a bit of a lionâs mane.
    The creature moves, forcing him to take a few steps back or risk getting stung. Incredibly, a man sits up from within the tangle, not an injury on him. He blinks, looking around in confusion. His face goes pale and he reaches out for the tentacles frantically, pulling them up around himself. He doesnât appear to be hurt by them. Arthur takes a cautious step closer, intrigued. âWho are you?â He can feel the eyes of his crew on him. The man drops his armload, and his shoulders move up and down in what appears to be a sign, though thereâs no noise paired with it. Or maybe heâs not close enough to hear it? Thereâs not a single mark on him, despite what he did. It becomes apparent to Arthur heâs part of the jellyfish. But how? âWhat are you?â The man starts moving his hands at an incredibly fast pace, eyes darting around frantically. âI canât understand you. Can you speak?â He shakes his head, then goes back to moving his hands.
    It takes Arthur a few minutes of watching closely to realize itâs sign language. The⌠jellyfish is repeating the same phrase, over and over and over. He focuses harder on the signs, recognizing some. Itâs been a few years since he used sign language, so heâs a bit rusty. But what are the chances this creature would know his?
    âWant⌠let⌠go.â Ah.
    âYou want us to let you go? I canât do that. Look at you! Youâre a wonderful discovery. No one will believe us without a specimen. And thatâs you.â He wiggles a bit, and some of his tentacles lash out at Arthur. He steps back in time for them not to hit his face, but they do manage to hit his hands. He clenches his jaw at the pain, wishing he was wearing his gloves. He hears swords being drawn behind him. âPut them away,â he growls out, glaring at the jelly-man. âNo one is to touch him unless told to. We want him alive. Now leaves us alone. Go to the lower decks and prepare a place for him.â His crew hurries to do as theyâre told. He looks back at the man. âWhatâs your name?â
    âB-E-R-W-A-L-D.â He signs out the letters begrudgingly.
    âThank you for cooperating. If you keep doing that, I will promise you no harm will come to you. But only if you arenât difficult.â He fumbles around in a barrel for a moment for something to wrap his hands with. âIf that happens, I will not sell you like I currently intend to. I will protect you.â He wraps his hands in some bandages he finds, then glances up at Berwald. Heâs signing again, still frantic in his movements. âIt has been some years since I last practiced. Go slower.â
    â...Going with you? Where will⌠stay?â Itâs still difficult to make out everything, but thereâs enough for him to be mostly confident in what heâs saying.
    âIâll have something made for you.â He racks his brain quickly for ideas. He could always use the Roman way. âIâll have a large pond made for you, supplied with fresh seawater anytime you wish. But thatâs only if you arenât troublesome. Keep that in mind before you do anything.â Berwald nods, then looks around the ship calmly. At least heâs accepted heâs not leaving. Thereâs so many unanswered questions though! Perhaps heâll answer some. âAs long as weâre answering questions, I have a few for you. If they make you uncomfortable, you do not have to answer. I do not have to know. I am only curious. Answer slowly, if you do. I am still recalling some signs. What are you? Where did you come from? Did you have a home? A family? How come you donât sting yourself?â Berwald furrows his brows, then lifts up his hands hesitantly. After a moment, he starts signing.
    â...A version of what humans call merfolk. ...Came from the coast of Sweden. Where⌠now? ...Didnât have what humans consider a home. Just the ocean. ...Drifted from my family years ago. We donât keep in touch. Would it make sense for a jellyfish to be able to sting itself? Thatâs why⌠donât. ...May be human in appearance, but⌠not.â Arthur frowns slightly at his answers. No family? What a lonely existence.
    âYou are close to England. Thatâs where youâll be taken back to. If youâre from Sweden, why do you know British Sign Language?â
    âItâs the only thing I could learn.â Finally Arthur recognizes all of the signs.
    âI suppose that makes sense. Sign Language isnât very well distributed. Why did you learn it though? You arenât deaf. You can understand me too well.â
    âYou are correct. I am not deaf. However, I am mute. I do not wish to speak of why, so please do not ask.â Thatâs curiosity-inducing. But heâll obey his wish.
    âAlright. You do not have to tell me, but if you ever wish to, I will listen. Watch?â Berwald laughs quietly, a noise that startles Arthur enough for him to jump, which makes him laugh even more. He must be selectively mute, then. It makes him even more eager to learn his story, but he wonât push it. A thought comes to him, and he feels ashamed for not realizing earlier. âDo you need water to survive?â Itâs a question he should have asked much sooner.
    âAbsolutely. I am made mostly of water. But I can breathe your air, so I do not have to be submerged. I do wish I could have my tentacles flowing in the water again, but I know you will not allow that until I am away from the ocean. After all, I could easily swim away. Well, float away. It is very difficult to swim without the assistance of the current.â Arthur furrows his brows slightly.
    âItâs not entirely out of the question. If you are willing to be in the net, I can have my crew lower you into the water again. If not, I will personally bring you plenty of water below deck. I do not trust anyone on my crew to. They fear you. However, being afraid of a giant jellyfish is reasonable.â Berwald scrunches up his nose slightly.
    âI am not a fan of this net. It tangled me up. I would rather wait until we get to your home. At least I can untangle them while we travel. How long do you think it will take?â
    âI understand. It will take a week, at most. Usually it would be shorter, but there are a few more stops I wish to make before returning home. I wonât be returning to sea. Iâll have you to take care of.â Berwald turns his head away, hiding his smile. He was worried about the selling comment, but now he knows itâs not true. Not if heâs already planning on taking care of him. He looks back at him, eyes wide.
    âWhat is your name? You know mine, but you have not told me yours.â
    âMy apologies.â He bows his head slightly. âHow rude of me. I am Arthur.â
    âLike King Arthur?â
    âIndeed. I am a bit surprised you have heard that tale. You know sign language and of our stories. How often do you watch humans?â Berwald flushes crimson.
    âIt is a guilty pleasure of mine. I get lonely very easily. I miss having others to interact with. I suppose that is why I was so close to your lovely ship. It seemed so lively. I did not expect to be captured. Though it isnât entirely bad I was. I got to meet you.â He gives an almost mischievous smile. If Arthur didnât know any better, he would think the jellyfish is flirting with him. Perhaps he is. But itâs not obvious enough for him to comment on it, lest he be incorrect and embarrass himself.
    âThat is true. As strange as it has been, I rather enjoyed meeting you as well.â He smiles slightly at him. âAh, give me a moment. I will get my gloves, then I can help you to where youâll be staying.â He hurries off, hoping his sleeves wonât ride up while heâs helping.
~ (Five or so days later)
    Arthur practically throws himself into Francisâ arms when he opens the door to his house. âMon dieu! Arthur, you startled me! Iâm happy to see you, of course, but you didnât have to nearly give me a heart attack the moment I opened the door. You could have at least let it register in my mind that you were here.â Despite his condescending words, he wraps his arms around him lovingly.
    âIâm sorry. Iâm just excited. I have something to show you. Come with me.â He pulls out of the hug gently, hands lingering on his wrists. âOn my ship. Iâm retiring from pirating because of him. We can finally be together without worry.â He presses a kiss to his lips, then runs off. Francis smiles, shaking his head as he follows. That man.
    âAlright. What is it you wanted me to see? You show up in the middle of the night and drag me to your ship, it better be something interesting!â
    âOh, it is! I promise.â He turns around to press another kiss to his lips, then disappears below deck. Francis rolls his eyes, and opens the door carefully, being quieter than Arthur. He chases after him, laughing at his energy. When he stops, Francis does as well. A subtle movement drags his attention away from his love, and he gasps. Thereâs an at least partially naked man laying on top of a beautiful jellyfish in a wide but shallow trough, filled with water. Upon closer inspection, heâs part of the jellyfish.
    âHowâŚ? What?â Arthur grins at him.
    âHis name is Berwald. He wound up in our fishing net when he got too close. Look at him! Isnât he beautiful?â
    âOui, and dangerous! How did he get down here?â His love smiles sheepishly.
    âI sort of dragged him here? With his permission. I was covered, donât worry. Clothes are enough of a covering to not be stung.â Francis sighs dramatically.
    âI knew it was a terrible idea for you to be pirating this time. Youâve done it twice before, what on Earth was a third time going to do for you?â
    âApparently, give me a giant man-jelly.â Francis groans softly.
    âOui, I see that. Whatever are you going to do with him?â The man shifts again, and his eyes open. Theyâre stunning. Like stormy sea waves. Their beauty knocks the breath out of him. Berwaldâs hands start moving, too fast for Francis to comprehend whatâs happening.
    âWho is this? I thought you decided not to sell me? I do not want to leave you! You are my friend! Or so I thought. Why would you sell me without telling me? And in my sleep too!?â Arthur slings his arms out.
    âYouâve got it all wrong, Berwald! Iâm not selling you. I already promised I wouldnât. I wonât go back on my word. This is my lover, Francis. I wanted you two to meet. Iâm sorry for waking you. I didnât know you were asleep. I should have spoken to you before leaving to get him, instead of just looking at you. That is my fault. We are friends. And I was hoping you two could become friends as well. I did not mean to worry you. I apologize.â Francis watches a bit of colour return to the jelly-manâs face and hears him sigh, presumably in relief.
    âThank goodness. Your lover, you say? Humans are strange creatures. Though I must admit, this intrigues me. Do humans ever have more than one lover at a time?â Arthur stares at Berwald for a long moment. What an interesting question.
    âI suppose they can. It is uncommon, but I do not see why they couldnât.â Francis tugs on his sleeve lightly.
    âHow are you communicating with him? What did he say?â
    âAh, right. You donât know British Sign Language. Thatâs what heâs using. Heâs selectively mute. Donât ask him why, he doesnât want to tell the story. He may change his mind in the future, but for now, that topic is off limits. Is there anything else you would like to ask him? And he wanted to know if humans ever have more than one lover at a time.â Francis releases his sleeve, and steps closer to the trough. What a fascinating question.
    âBerwald, was it?â A nod. âStrange that you have a human name. What are you? Where did you come from?â The jelly stares at Arthur expectantly.
    âHeâs a version of what humans consider mermaids, and heâs from the coast of Sweden.â
    âYou two arenât humans, are you?â Arthur mentally scolds himself. He separated himself from them one too many times in his speech.
    âNo, we arenât humans,â he says slowly, making sure to include the topic for Francisâ sake. The Frenchman tenses up, but doesnât say anything. âWeâre actually personifications of countries. Iâm England, and heâs France.â His eyes widen slightly.
    âI am Sweden.â
    âSwedenâŚ?â Heâs heard about the countries that were mer-creatures, but he never expected to come across one!
    âSweden? Are you Sweden? Now you having a human name makes sense.â
    âSo your familyâŚ?â
    âDenmark, Finland, Norway, and Iceland.â
    âWow. What are the chances we would meet?â Francis clears his throat quietly. âIâm going to have to teach you British Sign Language, aren't I?â
    âIf you wish for us to be friends, oui. I do not want you to have to translate everything he says.â He gives Arthur a polite smile, then pecks his lips. âPlease teach me.â
    âOf course I will. Would you like to come visit? Iâm on my way home now. I just had to visit you and tell you the news before going.â Francis laughs.
    âOui, Iâll come visit. Would you be alright with me moving in? Not immediately, of course, but after a few months? Maybe a year? Give you some time to settle back in.â Arthurâs eyes light up, and he hugs his love close.
    âThat would make me the happiest man in the world!â He laughs, picking Francis up to spin him around. He places him back down, and kisses him again.
   âMmm, as much as I would love to keep doing this, I must return home. You interrupted my beauty sleep! Have a wonderful trip back. Please be safe.â He kisses him on the forehead, then runs off.
~ (Two months later)
    The moment Berwald is in his large sea âpondâ, he shakes his sore muscles out. He looks up at Arthur, and smiles thankfully at him. He propels himself through the water, doing his best to twirl around so he can see him in full. He struggles to the surface, grabbing the edge to keep himself up. Arthur smiles, taking note of the jellyfish bell flaring out around him. Thatâs something he hadnât noticed on the ship. Itâs maybe a yard and a half in diameter, including where his torso joins with it. âI see youâre enjoying yourself.â He nods, unable to sign because heâs holding himself above water. âGood. It was hell getting that made, and getting you in it without anyone seeing you. Thankfully, no one did. I will admit, at first I wanted to sell tickets for people to see you. But now, I want you to be a secret. I would have offered to release you back into the sea, but I didnât want you getting lonely again. And⌠weâre friends. Donât tell anyone, but I actually care about you. And I would hate to lose you. So donât ever scare me by disappearing!â Berwald smiles fondly, and reaches out for Arthurâs hand. He squeezes it, then kisses the back of it. He pulls away, and looks him in the eyes.
    âI promise, friend.â The relief in Arthurâs eyes is overwhelming. He waves awkwardly at him and sinks back down into the water, just as Francis comes out of the house.
    âThere you are! Did he make it in okay? Heâs not hurt, is he?â
    âHeâs fine, love. And no one saw. Heâs safe here.â He motions at the tall fence surrounding the yard.
    âGood. Iâm glad.â He glances at the water, giving a small smile to Berwald. âI made us some food. All three of us. Can we have a picnic? Then you can teach me some signs. Iâm more than ready to learn.â
~ (1800)
    For the past few weeks, Berwaldâs signing has gradually gotten harder and harder to interpret. Arthur always manages to figure out what heâs trying to say, but itâs incredibly concerning. Heâs not entirely certain why itâs changing, though he has an idea. Instead of trying to figure out discreetly, he decides to outright say it one day when he goes to feed him. âIs Sweden developing its own sign language? Yours has gotten harder and harder to understand, and thatâs the only thing I can think of.â He frowns, brows furrowed. He stays like that for maybe five minutes, before carefully lifting a hand to sign.
    âPerhaps. I am a bit upset it is changing. When it is done, will you teach me British Sign Language again? I will know both then.â Arthur chuckles.
    âYou donât need to ask. I am glad you want to know both though. Waiting until it has developed is probably the best idea. You wonât get them confused then.â Berwald nods, and slips back into the water. He lifts a hand up to sign at Arthur.
    âThat is exactly what I was thinking. Now excuse me, I saw a fish. It must have gotten mixed in with the water when you changed it.â The Brit laughs, watching him chase after the fish. Maybe heâll start gathering live fish to put in there with him. It might make him happier.
~(1850âs)
    âArthur! Arthur, look!â Francis stumbles out the back door, newspaper in hand. âItâs possible to make larger aquariums than we previously thought! Perhaps we could have one made for Berwald? That way he doesnât have to lift himself out of the water to communicate with us. Weâll be able to see him anywhere! Doesnât that sound exciting?â Arthur places a hand on either shoulder, and kisses Francisâ nose.
    âThat does sound exciting. Iâm sure Berwald is tired of communicating with one hand. It is a good idea. I will look into it tomorrow. However, wonât you sit and have a nice meal with us?â
    âOui! I would never pass up a meal with my two favourite boys.â He kisses Arthur on the forehead, then kneels to do the same thing to Berwald. A question the jelly-man asked years ago is brought back to Arthurâs mind. Do humans ever have more than one lover at a time? After a moment of thought, he lands on a similar answer to what he gave last time. They can.
~ (A few months later)
    Arthur tilts the barrel with all his might, nearly falling into the newly-filled tank when Berwald slips out. He heaves a huge sigh, unsure if itâs from relief or lack of oxygen from the nerves. He makes his way back to the ground, grateful for the solidness of it. He doesnât look at the huge tank quite yet. âFrancis.â He loops an arm around his waist, closing his eyes as he turns toward the glass.
    âOn the count of three?â
    âOne.â
   âTwo.â
   âThree!â They say it together, and open their eyes. Both of them gasp, finally seeing Berwald surrounded in water from the side for the first time since making his acquaintance. His tentacles are billowing out around him, moving slightly with the gentle current they decided to have installed. His torso is stockier and chubbier than they thought, but neither is complaining. His shoulders are broad, and his arms long and toned. His blonde hair shimmers in the light refracting through the water from the ceiling of the building. Heâs an absolutely stunning sight.
    âGoodness, Arthur! Heâs beautiful!â Francis steps closer to the glass, placing his hand on it gently.
    âHe is.â He walks up next to his love, but doesn't touch the glass. Berwald lets himself sink to the bottom, and places his hand where Francisâ is. He smiles brightly at them, eyes crinkling at the edges because of it. âVery beautiful. Berwald, can you hear us?â He laughs, a sound that, surprisingly, reaches their ears.
    âYes! I can hear you better than I could before! Itâs like Iâm back in the ocean! Except I have friends to keep me company! And human food to eat! I couldnât be happier! Thank you!â His expression is full of excitement as he signs.
    âYouâre very welcome, dear. Itâs the least we can do. Youâve been so wonderful and understanding. Iâm glad we can bring you company.â Francis replies, placing his other hand on the glass. Berwald eagerly mirrors that as well. âYou mean a lot to us.â Arthur smiles, nodding his agreement.
    âYou do. Francis, is it time?â
    âOui, I think so!â Berwald tilts his head slightly, obviously confused. He doesnât pull away from Francis to sign though.
    âDo you recall asking me if humans ever have more than one lover at a time?â He nods slowly, confusion still dancing in his eyes.
    âArthur and I have decided we both love you very much, and would like to ask if you will be our lover?â
    âIt can be the three of us in a relationship. Weâll be more than friends. It might be a bit strange, but weâre willing to try. We love you enough to try.â The confusion finally falls away, and he pushes himself back from the glass. He grabs two of his tentacles, and focuses on putting them over his head in a shape of some sort. Oh! Itâs a heart!
    âI love you both too. My answer is yes.â He smiles at them, bottom lip trembling slightly.
    âPlease donât cry! Even if theyâre happy tears. Youâll get me going too.â Francis dabs at his eyes as if heâs already crying. Then, he grabs Arthurâs hand and presses his palm flat against the glass. âShow your love, Arthur. I already have. Itâs your turn.â The Brit rolls his eyes, but places his other hand on the glass nonetheless. Berwald matches him, grinning. After a moment, he scrunches up his nose and sticks his tongue out.
    âHey! Put that back! No fair! I canât kiss you until you stop out here.â Not even that is enough to dampen his mood though. Heâs over the moon with joy. Judging by the expression on Francisâ face, so is he. And Berwald, too. He moves his arm over a bit, motioning at Francis to put his hand there. He does, and Arthur takes his other hand. In their own way, theyâre making a circle of love.
~ (Early 1960âs)
    Arthur never thought he would be thanking Alfred for anything, but here he is. Incredibly grateful to one of his inventors, for making a suit he and Francis can actually visit with Berwald in without fear of getting stung. Well, mostly. Their faces will still be exposed, and they need gloves and boots, but those arenât too difficult to get a hold of. âBerwald! Weâre coming!â Francis laughs, grabbing him by the waist.
    âYouâre too excited, mon cher. You might startle him. Take a few deep breaths to calm down before entering the water with him. Iâll count. Letâs start with five. One.â Arthur takes a deep breath, holding it in for a few seconds before releasing it. âTwo.â He feels himself relaxing slightly as he holds this one. âThree.â His muscles untense, though he was unaware they were. âFour.â His excitement becomes a dull ache. âFive.â Now itâs no longer an ache, more like a happy memory. âBetter?â He nods, then kisses him in thanks.
    âIâm sorry. Iâve just wanted to be close to him for so long.â
    âAs have I. But he is still part animal. He has those instincts. We should try our hardest not to spook him, oui?â
    âYouâre right. I should have thought of that.â
    âNonsense. Youâre excited. Thatâs completely fine. I just didnât want you to be disappointed. Are you ready?â He nods, and starts climbing the ladder up to the top of the tank. Francis follows close behind. He doesnât get in the water yet, despite drawing Berwaldâs curiosity. He sits on the rim, smiling down at him.
    âWeâre coming in. Finally, we get to be by your side. Weâll have to come to the surface for air quite often though, so could you stay near the top? If thatâs possible. I know the current circulates the entire tank.â He nods, looking just as excited as Arthur feels. Francis sits next to him, and squeezes his hand.
    âReady?â
    âReady.â They look at each other, count to three together, and slide into the water after taking a deep breath. The goggles were a good call. They may not be perfect, but theyâre much better than without them. Berwald struggles against the current to swim toward them, desperation in his eyes. They meet in the middle, and practically melt into one another. By the time Francis goes to pull away for a breath, they breach the surface. Apparently Berwald got them closer without either realizing.
    âMerci,â Francis practically whispers, lost in his eyes. Arthur nudges him lightly. âAh, oui! Berwald, may I kiss you? Youâve seen Arthur and I do it bef-â He presses his lips to Francisâ tenderly, effectively silencing him. The Frenchman closes his eyes, wrapping his arms around his neck. After maybe two minutes, they pull away from each other. Berwald looks at Arthur with a questioning expression. He rolls his eyes, pecks a pouting Francis on the lips, then kisses the Swedish man lovingly. Berwald must be counting, because he pulls away at nearly the same time as he did from Francis.
    âYou are both wonderful at that. I am very grateful to have you. You have taught me so many things, and with those clothes, you can teach me more. Thank you so much. I love you.â
    âI love you too,â they say in sync. Then, looking at each other, âAnd you!â They laugh, and kiss each other. Berwald presses his nose to Arthurâs cheek when they part, and kisses him again. He does the same to Francis when their kiss is over. His heart is so full yet so light. Heâs never felt this way before. He loves it. Almost as much as he loves Arthur and Francis.















