#sleepinghooks

Oh gosh thank you XD Here have a hug for the emotions!

She’s a pretty little thing, he notes intently as she pulls at the netting she’s become entangled in, shrieking and swiping at the men who get too close to her. She’s captivating with her curls of fire and eyes so reminiscent of the sea. He can understand the lure of such creatures now, so skilled at their seduction, so fierce in their defiance. The men are hesitant to move closer, eyes frantic as they glance at the thrashing mermaid ensnared in their net. They had all heard the tales of their poisonous kisses and voices so haunting they drove men mad in their own lust. Yet as he watches her movements settle, chest heaving, lips parting in quiet whimpers, he just believes her to be scared. And, for a short moment, the compassion accompanying such a sight is almost crippling. That makes her so much more dangerous. He watches her with a sick curiosity as she eventually calms down until she’s still entirely. The crew’s fear fades to confusion, some with doubts creeping into their mind brought on by the illusion of a beautiful creature so helpless. Yet still, he watches, arms crossed with a calculating gaze. “Please cut me loose,” she pleads with her wide eyes and pouting lips, and the crew fall into a brief daze at her voice. “Captain?” Mr. Smee turns to him for confirmation on what to do next. He continues to watch the curious little mermaid with narrowed eyes and she’s turned her attention to him now, sensing where the men’s loyalty rests. “Please,” she calls out to him. “I’ll die if you don’t.” He smirks before nodding once to Smee who approaches her with a small knife. His hand is already on the sheath of his sword when Mr. Smee is close enough to reach out to her. His sword is already drawn and pressed against her neck when she lashes out and catches the startled man’s wrist when he’s close enough. “There’ll be none of that, love,” he tells her as he pushes the blade a little harder against her neck. She tenses, a quiet hiss drifting past her lips before she nods and releases Smee. “What do you want?” she sighs, with defeat, with irritation, he can’t be certain. “Nothing much,” he drawls, glancing at a young lad new to the ship who quickly moves forward and presses a dagger against the mermaid’s throat. He pulls his own sword back, dropping onto a knee before her so that they’re at eye level. She stares at him with uncertainty, tense against the cool blade. He reaches out, brushes his fingers against her cheek, smile growing as she pulls back until the dagger bites into her skin and the pale white is marred with a red almost as striking as her hair. “What do you want?” she repeats, more insistent than the last moment she spoke, yet her tone shakes, voice wavering near the end as his hand falls from her cheek to rest against her neck, fingers trailing down until the thin gold chain is pinched between his thumb and forefinger. “My apologies, I didn’t realize we were in the presence of royalty,” he says dryly before dipping his head in a mocking bow. “We have a daughter of Triton on board with us, lads!” The silence that greets him speaks volumes of their current predicament and he scowls in response. He snaps the little chain, holding it in his hand as he admires the gold locket, the trident that shines as he holds it up for closer inspection. She watches him with guarded eyes, shifting as he does. He still has not answered her question. “Killian Jones,” she acknowledges, that pretty mouth of hers twisting into a smile so sweet it’s almost predatory. “Aye, so you’ve heard of me then?” “What do you want?” “A scale,” he replies as his gaze drops to her tail. He moves his left arm until his hook presses against it. “This will only hurt for a moment.” “A scale cannot be taken unless it is willingly given,” she snarls, crying out when his hook digs into her tail and, though the fin splits and she bleeds, he cannot pry off a single one. “Then I guess we’ll have to make you willing.”

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Hahaha omg I'm so sorry! Blame the music I was listening to before it and the fact that it was 4 in the morning when I wrote it and I was feeling particularly angsty.