Available for rp, as always! :)
Man my replies can get long… Seriously, sorry people….
I’m just like “here, have a novel.” *slaps you in the face with a book*
Susan sighed happily as she gazed at the large expanse of the sea. It had been so long since she had seen the Lone Islands, and she could hardly wait to see them again. It had been a surprise to her that her siblings didn’t volunteer to come with her. And it had been even more of a surprise that Caspian hadn’t joined.
Nevertheless, Susan was glad to be traveling on the open ocean. The oceans were one of the most dominant things she had missed about Narnia. Taking another deep breath of the fresh ocean air, she tilted her head toward the sun, enjoying the warmth on her face. Just as she opened her eyes, she spotted a tail splashing in the water.
The sight of a ship was a hard thing to explain. It made Tamara both cringe in hatred and grin in deadly delight. The mermaid was alone today, but that didn’t mean she was weak. She had her own means of attack.
The mermaid’s dark eyes watched below the murky waters as the ship passed over her. Part of her always felt excited when she hunted alone. It was more of a challenge. The ship completely passed, so Tamara took this as her cue to get closer. With a strong flick of her tail, she shot herself out of the dark cave she had been hiding in and began making her way up. But Tamara began to frown as she noticed the water around her begin to change. The closer to the surface she got, the clearer the water became. It seemed less threatening and less dense, a water different than any other she had felt.
Tamara panicked. She knew these waters. This was not the way it was supposed to look and feel. The mermaid arrived at the surface and had by now forgotten all about the ship. Her head broke the surface of the water and she quickly began to look around. The view of the ocean from above was a beautiful, clear blue, that shimmered with the mid-day sun and revealed every form of life below. Tamara’s eyes widened and in fear, she shot back down into the water, hoping to be hidden from the strange sight. But her fear only heightened. The ocean floor was now different. There were no dark shadows, no deep caves to hide in. It was bright and slightly more shallow, covered in soft sand.
Perhaps it was only where she was. Perhaps in her haste to get to the surface she had swam to far to the side. With another burst of strength, Tamara took off in the direction of the ship, all the while, watching the ocean floor for signs of a darker change and feeling the water fly against her skin. She was now parallel with the ship and much to her dismay, no change. The water was still bright and clear, and her deep, dark trenches were no where in sight. In awe and deep confusion, Tamara hovered at the surface of the water and simply stared.
“Where am I?” she thought.
It had been quite a while since Tamara had been this far into the open ocean and the feeling felt liberating. She had been spending all her time lately patrolling the bay and protecting…
Ariel swam over to the other mermaid. “Hello. Who are you? I’m Ariel!” As she was giving her introduction and tucked her voluminous hair behind her ears and looked up. “Oh a human ship!” She looked up and saw humans. “Do you like humans too?! Oh they are so wonderful!”
Tamara stared as the mermaid talked. She had never met a mermaid so…happy…in her life. It was almost unreal. But Tamara was shaken from her surprise when she heard the word “human.” With wide eyes, Tamara looked up and saw what Ariel was referring to. A large ship slowly moved over them, casting a dark shadow in the water. Tamara grinned, her eyes turning black at the thought of the hunt. Finally something they had in common. “Why yes, Ariel. Yes, I do.”
“She’s fine!” cried one of the crewman who had seen the rescue. “She saved ‘im.” The two men looked back at Tamara with wide eyes and disbelief. Tamara simply looked back, unsure of what to do. It felt strange to be on their side, to actually be getting along with a pirate crew, so she lowered her eyes in a feeling of discomfort. Seeing that the mermaid was not going to harm them, they looked at each other and continued over to where Jacques was lying.
“Should I get some run? Maybe that’ll wake ‘im!” shouted one man. “Aye! Rum!” came the cries of two others. Tamara raised one eyebrow as the first pirate ran off towards the tavern to get rum for him. It was then that she remembered why she hated humans so much. More idiotic suggestions were thrown around, some that warranted hearty agreements and others that sparked cries of insults. Tamara rolled her eyes as she listened to the stupidity of the crew. Nothing they were doing was helping, and every second they wasted, was a valuable second of their captain’s life. I could do better at this…
Frustrated by the crew’s lack of progress, Tamara gripped the side of the dock and pulled herself out of the water. The crew suddenly clung to each other in fear and surprise and herded themselves to the other side of the dock, as far away from her as possible. The captain was now laying alone and unconscious, thanks to fear and stupidity of the crew. She sat for a moment on the dock, allowing her tail to dissolve back into two, tanned legs. As she waited, she reached for the long shirt she had been wearing and put it back on, to cover at least most of her now exposed body.
The pirates whispered and gasped among themselves as they watched the miraculous sight, but Tamara chose to ignore them and soon made her way over to Jacques. She had no idea what she was doing, but hoped that something would work. “C’mon,” she whispered to him. “Please wake up.” Maybe another kiss.
With her hand rested upon his chest, she bent down and gently let her lips caress his, hoping that her healing power was what he needed. She let her lips linger for a moment as she began to feel the purpose of the kiss begin to change. What if he didn’t wake? What if she had lost him? She couldn’t bear it. Oh, she would hunt that drunk idiot down to the ends of the earth if she had to. He couldn’t die now. “Please wake up,” she whispered again, this time more urgently.
With a sigh, she lifted herself away from him and pressed down on his chest as she did so. She could do nothing now, but watch and pray that it worked.
The cries of my crew seems to fade further and further away. Though your almost begging pleases seems more clear. My life is in a very thin string that is soon to snap. Even though I’m unconcious I can feel how my body is getting colder and how my soul is slowly slipping away. All this however changes when you press down on my chest.
My eyes snap open, I roll over on the side and cough up water. I sit up with a set “Where is he?!…where’s the blaggert?!…I’m goin’ t’ kill him!…” I though fast lay down again, when feeling a pain in my back I haven’t noticed before now.
A surprised, but joyous smile lit Tamara’s face as Jacques began to cough. “Stop!” She grabbed his shoulders as he quickly sat up, but he hardly needed the warning as he began to fall back to the ground. “Rest,” she softly whispered, gently lowering his shoulders so he didn’t hit the dock too hard again.
“I got the rum!” The crewman who had been sent to the tavern returned, holding two full bottles of rum in both hands. “I got one for meself,” he announced proudly as he stopped next to the rest of the crew. Tamara rolled her eyes and attempted to calm her rising anger. “We will get you onto your ship,” she said, to drown out the man’s intrusion. “I will take care of you.”