The deep aroma of fresh human blood drifted to Tamara’s keen nose, seducing her in hunger and death. Someone had fallen, somewhere, somehow, and she knew that the others would pick up on its scent too. Dinner had been served and as somewhat of a leader in the group, it was often times her responsibility to alert her sisters and ensure that all were fed. But occasionally, the mermaid allowed her selfishness to get the best of her and what a feast one human would make.
Before the others could have enough time to react, the blonde mermaid shot through the water, feeling the rush of the cold water move over her skin. Her powerful tail shimmered in the dark water as it propelled her forward, driven by the other growing scent of blood. Tamara followed the aroma, scattering schools of fish as she swam.
She was close, she could smell it, and in an attempt to redirect, the mermaid paused in the water and closed her eyes to smell.
Her eyes shot open and in a flash, she was off again, pushing a strolling sea turtle out of her path as she went. It was only a matter of minutes before she saw him, a drowning body bleeding in the water, and a ship sailing off into the distance without him.
"Hm. Pirates no doubt," she muttered to herself as she watched the betrayed and dying man. Her eyes began to darken as a lust for death came over her. It was moments like this that she lived for, was consumed by. There was no greater joy in the world than knowing that there was one less pirate in the world and that it would die in her hands.
The mermaid began to slowly approach, enjoying the sight of the dying human, when suddenly her concentration was cut by a movement in the water. Tamara’s piercing eyes moved to it, annoyed by the disturbance. It was a shadow, three or four yards from her victim and immediately she recognized the source of the movement. Jealousy welled within her as she caught sight of the shimmering tail and flowing brown hair.
Tamara’s eyes fluttered open as she started to feel consciousness flood back to her head. What happened? she thought as she took in a deep breath….
Hearing the braking of wood would send a pang of fear down his spine. “Are you ok?!” A tone of fear in his voice “dont take her away! I dont want to be alone!” He sounded afraid and short of breath. He did not possess the strenght to brake the box.
Ignoring the man’s cry, Tamara kicked again, breaking more of the wood above her legs. She could feel each little sliver of wood fall on her body, but her determination to be freed overrode her fear of a few splinters. With each kick, more sunlight shone threw, allowing her to see more clearly what she was doing.
Finally, with one final, hard blow, she kicked out enough of the wood to maneuver herself out. Tamara stuck her legs out of the holes and used her momentum to slide herself further down the length of the box to the opened end. She could see, oh she could see, and for a moment, she was tempted to rest and enjoy the freedom of the sun and the air. But the mermaid knew better than to rest, so she quickly sat up and pushed herself out of the box.
Her first steps were shaking, since it had been quite some time since she had walked on human legs, but she soon remembered how and paused to look around. She found herself looking out at a harbor with several docked ships. The box she had been in was located behind a building and beyond the building, was a town. Nothing looked necessarily familiar, but she knew enough about ports to understand how they worked and the ins and outs of the civilians who lived and worked near them. She and her mysterious counterpart were clearly cargo that was either planning to be loaded onto a ship or had just been taken off.
But it didn’t matter now. She was home free, with the glistening ocean within sight. With a confident strut, Tamara waltzed over to the box next to her, bent down, and whispered in her seductively melodic voice, “Oh, I’m quite alright. Your concern was touching, though I’m afraid you will be alone now.”
Tamara’s eyes fluttered open as she started to feel consciousness flood back to her head. What happened? she thought as she took in a deep breath. Suddenly, she froze….
Tychus would spit back with fury of his own! “Pirate?! Your the fecking pirate! Being bloodly rude! Thinking your something speical!” Tychus’s dislike for this women would grow further.
Despite the thinness of the air, Tamara could feel her rage fueling her, giving her new life. She could feel it moving through her blood, giving her strength and passion, a renewed desire to fight. “Your kind deserve no such kindness after what you have done to us! Why would I show compassion for you when you would only seek to kill me after?” At the word “kill,” Tamara’s powerful legs flew at the top of the box and kicked a hole at the end of it, allowing fresh air to rush in. The mermaid took a deep breath, grateful for the relief it brought. It was true that her human legs were not as strong as her mermaid tail would be, but she was still a mermaid nonetheless, and that strength and power would never be taken from her.
Tamara’s eyes fluttered open as she started to feel consciousness flood back to her head. What happened? she thought as she took in a deep breath. Suddenly, she froze. It only took a…
"Ok. I am glad we got that out of the way" Tychus did not like the person he was talking to she was rude and unwilling to co operate. If not a massive bitch. "Right, I see the wood of my box. Any other smart ideas or questions?"
Tamara felt the heat of anger swelling up within her. Naturally she had been tricked, and she felt angry at herself for falling for it. “When I escape this prison, do not expect any help from me, pirate!” she shot back, her eyes turning ghostly with rage.
Tamara’s eyes fluttered open as she started to feel consciousness flood back to her head. What happened? she thought as she took in a deep breath. Suddenly, she froze. It only took a second for panic to set…
Tychus was getting annoyied. No name? That just rude he thought to him self “Tell me your name and I will tell you what a can see.” His tone matching hers if not alittle confontational.
Tamara paused. The unexpected deal was not exactly what she had in mind, but at least it was progress of some kind. “Tamara,” she said, struggling to maintain her strength in the thinning air. “I am Tamara.”
Tamara’s eyes fluttered open as she started to feel consciousness flood back to her head. What happened? she thought as she took in a deep breath. Suddenly, she froze. It only took a second for panic to set back in.
Tychus was taken back by the bluntness of the reply. Clearly they where not have a good day just like him. “I am Tychus Whats your name?” His box was starting to get hot and the air thin because of his struggling
Tychus. Tamara had heard many pirate names from her hunts, but she couldn’t recall ever hearing his. Until she knew more about him, she thought it best not to trust him. “My name is of no importance,” she replied, softening her tone but remaining blunt. “Where are we?”