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Pirates and Mermaids; Time to say "Argh!" or swim joyfully through the ocean!
Topic Started: Jun 17 2016, 07:30 PM (1,193 Views)
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Delaeri of the Oceana Clan of mermaids was swimming close to the surface of the sea, despite the scary tales of Mermaids being stolen for their Immortal Tears. She loved seeing the stars.

Delaeri was a lovely young mermaid. Around two hundred years old, which was the equivalent of being about seventeen for a human. She loved the moon and the stars. Her name itself meant "Rain of the Stars". Her blue hair blended into the sea very well, and her blue-purple tail had long wispy fins. Her tail was dotted in bioluminescent spots and stripes, and she had some of those spots going up her arms too. Her skin was a very fair, silvery tone and her eyes were very colorful.

She was swimming parallel to the surface of the water, looking at the full moon, the bands of stars and the wispy clouds up ahead when she felt the water shift differently. She righted herself, keeping below the water, and looked around. A ship was passing nearby. It was made of dark wood and had black sails. A flag flew upon it, with a skull and crossbones wrapped in a vine that was covered in thorns and a rose stuck out of the eye of the skull.

"Pirates..." Delaeri thought to herself.

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Mayana "Maya" Cassius was standing at the bow of the ship, leaning on the railing and watching the stars. They'd been sailing for a month now and she was content with being away from land. She was the First Mate of the Black Rose, a very famous pirate ship. It was one of the only ships with women as crew members.

Maya had red-orange hair that was, surprisingly, not curly. Her eyes were the color of sage and her skin was delicately freckled. She stood at five feet, seven inches tall and wore loose, stereotypical pirate clothing.

She was looking there, when out of the corner of her eye she saw a light shine in the water. She prayed to the Sea God that it wasn't what she feared.

She looked down and saw a mermaid swimming there, and when the mermaid saw the boat, she dove further down into the water. Maya's heart went up into her throat. Depending on the Clan, the mermaid could be either very friendly and docile, or vicious and deadly.

"Ah bloody hell... Mermaid off the port bow!" Maya yelled.

The ship exploded into action.

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Delaeri swam down, a few other Mermaids were relaxing in a deep reef and she warned them of the ship.
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A bit of history:
Emerald Tulouse, a sailor's son from Tak, always liked sailing. sailing was the pleasure of his life. "The sea, the sun, the cry of the birds all melt away the worries of the world - leaving just you". He'd, bring out to the bay, the first dingy he ever owned. Once out there he'd lay back and day dream of sailing out on the ocean deep. As a child he'd go out on fish-trolling. He'd watch every little thing the men did. Their movements timed, movements well practiced; almost a dance. After a long day in the sun of pulling ropes and hauling fish, he'd lay back and look at the sails cast crimson by the setting sun, a balm for the soul. Though he never noticed the salty air at the time, it is that seaside aroma that takes him back to sailing by his fathers side. Sometimes he wished he could really go back there just so they could be together again. Often, he'd recall what his father said on those long days, "My son, we'll always sail together, in this life and the next." Sometimes he'd hear those words on the wind, other times they'd call to him in a dream.

He wasn't one of those easy going kids. He was strangely aware and precotious, and thoroughly enjoyed doing chores even well into his early teens. Every time his father would take him sailing he would stand at the ready, ever the deck-hand. He would suck in that salty air, relishing the open sea. The boat would bounce along the waves sending cold spray onto the deck, invigorating him. Every time a new boat appeared he had to admire its curves, its paint, its funny name. To each he would reward a stoney silence and a subtle smirk, as his eyes scoured it's lines, checking the handy work of others.

His father described sailing as flying over water, dancing over the white crested waves, cleaving a path through the wind-whipped water. He would say it was freedom to him, to set sail into the wide blue and leave the duties of the land behind him. He said that the water called to him. He longed to feel the breaking of the waves on his prow as the boat headed out into the drink for a long voyage.

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Captain Tulouse stood stock-still and stoic as the dark evening drank in it's fill of his ship and crew. The weather had been beautiful for the last couple of hours; this last hour had brought with it dark brooding clouds that were heavy and promising of rain. Rain that was, hopefully, for someone else. His ears straining to hear any change in the tone of the lapping waves. As his men ushered their hull through waters rife with coral hazards two of his best approached.

1st Mate James "Capt'n, sailing across the Channel in the dead of a moonless night is either madness or desperation."

His bosun, Erics, asserted "We've all heard tell of 'em monsters hid in the waves that could come out of nowhere and smash ev'n a sturdy bowt to no more than splinters of wood." They had heard descriptions of sea serpents that dwelt beneath the waves, ready to devour lost sailors in the mist. But that was not type of creature he was after.

Captain Tulouse The good seaman weathers the storm he cannot avoid, and avoids the storm he cannot weather.

He had breifed the men when they had set out, but now that one incident had lead to another and another. He was afraid these "men of Her Majasties Navey" would revert to the superstitious ways of thier mothers. Despite the fish-wives crazed tales there were some that where true wether they knew it or not. Now they were here. The cove that was reputed to have been host to many a drowned man. But here is where his contact had promised there would be "mur'folk".

He thought to himself "Mermaids, how can such be? I wonder if this is all for naught. Still, I cannot fail her."

"Her" of course being her "Little Highness", Princess Aris of Tak, adorable daughter of his long-time freind Queen Solaris. This little ray of sunshine brought love and happiness where-ever she went. Her strolls through the city's streets raised the people spirits as she bounced around and wondered at all the things on display. But now she was ill, a magical illness because a mundane one would be too easy woundn't it.
So, magical cures fall in! First on the list... tears of the sea. Apperently mermaids can't die, the reason for this? Thier own tears. Thus ship, night, little lady on board, and a daring caper through dangerous waters was in order.

Back to the waters at hand...
They knew that the only way was forward into the salty brine, where the salt-kissed air would whip around them, whispering it's warnings, pleading with them to turn back. As the boat rocked on the waves they pulled ropes and hoisted the sail, which billowed, pulling them away into the lapping dark drink.
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Delaeri swam further away from the pirate ship. She came up out of the water to look and make sure she was far away from the pirate ship. The clouds had moved in over the moon, darkening the sky and the sea here.

As she came up, she felt the sea shift behind her. She turned rapidly and looked, her heart pounding in her veins. Another ship was there. This one was bigger, with pale blue sails and it was Very well taken care of.

She wasn't sure what to do. The water wasn't very deep here. Deep enough for the ships, barely... but if they dropped nets....

"Oh no...." Delaeri murmured.

Then she clapped her hands over her mouth. She was a Siren, like all females of the Oceana clan. The sound of her voice alone drew the attention of men, when she wasn't actively suppressing it.

She hated her Siren abilities. They made her feel like she was taking away someone's will.
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Captain Dirk Haversham strolled the deck of the Black Rose, inspecting knots and ropes and sails. His men saluted with nods of their heads or smirks and grins. They were an alright crew, as pirates went; many of them were criminals, but none were guilty of any of the truly horrible sort. Murderers; yes. Rapists; absolutely not.

He himself had sandy hair in dreadlocks to his shoulders, currently tied back with a leather tie. He wore a thin leather cap cocked to the side, and he had a row of gold earrings on each ear ending in two slivers of mother-of-pearl.

He had a roughly trimmed pointed cavalier's beard that curled every so slightly up at the end like the handsome devil he was. He wore worn brown britches and wide-lipped leather boots complete with brass buckles and belts lashing them up. His shirt was a billowing beige affair, patched at the elbows and covered with a long crimson jacket with a split tail, high stiff collar and brass buttons among black embroidery.

His first mate's cry immediately caught his attention. Mermaid?

His men hooted and hollered their orders, him bellowing behind them. He sprinted up the deck to halt beside Maya, his first mate. Squinting into the water, he swore he saw a tell-tale glint. "God eye, first mate - TURN US ABOUT, YE SEA DOGS!"

They would make their fortune this night!

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Myrari, warrior of the Tempest Clan, swam out from the reef. A panic had descended on the merfolk below, and they were sliping beneath the reef to the shallow caverns below. She quickly ushered stragglers inside, pausing to look up when the moon no longer lit the waves.

Her tentacles curled beneath her as she floated there, her spear in one hand clenched tightly. The smooth, silken skin of the tentacles crawling up to her middle, fanning out and up her sides and then down the inside of her arms. Her hair was more of the same, curling about her face like an aquatic medusa.

For her race, she was stunning. In fact, she was much desired of their males - but she did not care to mate. Not yet. She cared to eviscerate the humans who would so boldly invade her home and attempt to capture and kill her people. Impudent, disrespectful curs.

Myrari curled her lip in disgust and quickly swam closer to the surface. She readied her spear. Her small, sharp teeth ground together in concentration as she took up swimming pace next to the closest vessel - a ship with a skull and a rose.

In one quick maneuver, she lashed out with her tentacles and latched onto the side of the boat. The strength of them making the wood groan beneath their force.

She would be these sailor's deaths.
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Maya felt something bump the bottom of the ship. Hard. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and looked over.

She stifled a scream.

"Ah fuck...." Maya sighed.

She drew her blades and turned to the crew.

"Battle stations everyone! There's a Tempest attacking!" She yelled.

She heard many of the crew swear.

She darted AWAY from the Tempest. She could Not handle one of those alone.

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Delaeri saw the Tempest latch onto the boat. She froze, having not seen a Tempest in the flesh before. Only in mosaics. She was.... Powerful.

She was stuck between the two boats, and there was a Tempest....

She was in a very bad place right now. And she glowed. She, for the first time in her life, hated her lovely glowing scales.
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1st Mate James turned from his captain, chagrined and concerned. Often times when the captain was bothered by something he could do nothing about he'd toss out some pearl of wisdom. We could face a half a dozen pirate ships and not worry "just roll out the 9's". But, when there was a snag (ie. a problem with no/or logical solution, also a surprise problem)... He'd not budge, not blink, not worry. He'd carry on like all was in order and weather it through. So, when he gave them a pearl, most men knew the "Brasser was over the barrel"!
Which brings us to this occurrence.
1st Mate James, continued is march amidst deck. Barking orders here and there, a sure way to dissolve fear, give 'em something to keep their mind. "Swab the 9's and tap the powders, slack the sheets, and cut the main to the way!"

Captain Tulouse stood stock still and looked out over the inky black water...

He rubbed his eyes. This night was tiresome, he was jumping at glints.

There, there it was again. He took out his telescope and peered. Sure as the moon ruled the sea there it was, a light flickering in the waves at the crest of the cape, just ahead.
((this is when the little mer says "oh no". Tulouse not hearing the sound clearly enough to acknowledge buried as it is in the white noise of the sea ))
Something about the way the light danced was a peaceful sight, he almost forgot why they were here. Quietly, he approached his 1st mate and told him to calmly instruct the men to ready.
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Delaeri looked around for a sea giant. They were normally near where Mer were gathered. They liked to hear the Sirens sing and watch the Tempests spar or the Sharkskins dance.

But alas there were none near.

She swam closer to the shore, squeezing in near the rocks. She tried to hide more from the pirate ship, since she was more terrified of them. The pirates were known to kidnap Mer and take them away.

"Sea God... Moon Goddess... please watch over your daughter...." Delaeri said to the sky.
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Very, very carefully the crew of "Wave Whisper" lowered a hammock of beautiful silks into the water. Several men were on look-out keeping their eyes trained on the glint and elsewhere. Sitting on a board tied with rope they lowered Clemens (a ship-hand that was almost useless but for his storm-eye and violin).

Captain Tulouse ordered softly to start playing. Clemens obliged with a lovely lilting tune who's words remembered a lover from long ago. They started to smile and offer flattery to the glint, hoping it was female like in the sea-tales. They started to lower buckets full of fruit and buckets of shinnies, bidding for a friendly exchange.
Cpt. Tulouse stared softly out across the water, hoping that his mother was right with her "manners make the man" "You catch more bees with honey" philosophies. Besides, he had heard how treacherous these creatures could be, luring men to their waters, but how many of them had encountered men trying to lure them back?
He was completely unaware that his charge, his most dear ward, had slipped out of her quarters and was spying the going-ons from a lower port-hole.
"Please, please don't kill my men" Captain Tulouse was known for be eternally prudent but for the sake of his men. T'was why they followed him even into this mess. He'd never put his men before himself, he'd never be short with them, and he offered them respect even in the heat of the moment.
"Please be kind, we only need help" The good Captain whispered under his breath.
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Delaeri hugged the rock, peeking at the pirate ship and she was beyond scared. She then heard.... music? What was that lovely sound? It reminded her of the voice of her mother. She turned her head towards it, her violet eyes glowing slightly, as they always did.

Hiding was... needless to say, not an easy thing for her. Whether in the dark or under the light of the moon or sun.

She saw that the other ship, the one with pale blue sails, had... stopped. There was a man playing some sort of instrument. It had strings like a harp that Delaeri had heard once, but the man used a stick instead of plucking the strings, it was also shaped vastly different.

Delaeri's insatiable curiosity as well as her absolute love of music made her war against her own caution. She looked towards the pirate ship, then back at the blue sailed ship.

She slipped back into the water gracefully, with only the slightest noise, and swam over to the man on the board. Other things were being lowered into the water, but it was the music that intrigued her.

She swam underneath the man, then came up a bit so just her head was above the water so she could better hear. She circled the man slowly. Her tail was long enough that she could nearly touch it in her circling.
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Clemens continued to play, oh he saw her... but for a moment in his dreg of a life, something beautiful was entranced by his song, his music... he tried not to look directly at the creature as she drifted closer...

Captain Tulouse knew the moment the men had spotted her for the compliments stuttered and they fell into a lull. Not the evil enchantment that is spoke of, the look on their faces reminded him of when they have a battle and make it through... the looks on their faces that night, when all is well... the same look. He dared not look and he waited, waited to see if his query was going to kill them all, or enjoy the music and meet the little one.

Princess Aris of Tak, however, was not dumbfounded. Spying from her porthole, she was in awe. She saw something from her fairy-tales, and dearly wanted to be friends with her. No not wanted, needed... she'd trade a thousand dolls to touch this girls hair, a thousand pastries to talk with her, and a thousand whatever... just to... just to...
Little Aris started to cough, she tried so hard to hide it, normally but now more then ever; not wanting to scare off the beautiful lady. But this time the cough was bad. The cough and blood had been bad lately, the coughs brought up more blood with each passing bought. So, her little cough echoed out and she was certain the men heard it, the captain heard it, she was certain her mother back home heard it... but she prayed her little heart out that the mer didn't.
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Delaeri's head whipped around as she heard a very wet cough. She almost dove back under the water.... but the sound made her pause. It was a child's cough. She paused in front of the musician.

She swam towards the sound. She saw a circular hole in the ship. She lightly tried reaching up for it, but could not reach. She wished to see.

She swam back to the musician and lightly touched the board he was sitting on and gestured at the window and tilted her head quizzically. Her glowing tail and limbs creating an almost aurora like glow in the water around her as she swished her tail.
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Clemens eased the song into softer notes.
"Aye lass, she be the tyke that we be 'ere fer, bless her lit'le 'art. The lung, aye 'er lungs be a-wreak, like a sail with a tear in'it. Oi she be a-sick'un."
With a smile that says he's seen the horizon and been blessed enough to get back, a smile that twinkles in the eye, and old laugh lines. He gestures to the hammock.
"We aye are but a cluster'o salty nit-wits on a 'opes mission. If''n you be gracious enough we'd take it kindly if'n yer fish'lady'ness would honor us with a sit. 'Ere we can visit ya with the little one and mayhaps you find it in yer depths to see her to good heal't! We mean yer no 'arm, we just love the wee one like she where our own, she be the sun-in-the sky and a balm to the 'art fer our folk."
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Her head tilted to the side and she smiled brightly as the man spoke. He had a wonderful accent. His old, wrinkled face reminded Delaeri of the seals she had once seen.

She looked at the net-without-holes. It made her nervous, so she looked at the old man again. He... seemed genuine. She went over to the strange cloth, and sat upon it like she would sit on a rock.

They raised her up, and as soon as the tip of her tail left the water, her legs formed. The wisps of her tail turned into a skirt of a sorts, that looked identical to her tail in style. Her blue hair dried. The only part of her that glowed when she was like this were the bioluminescent spots and such on her arms and torso, and her vibrant eyes.

They raised her to the deck, and she stepped lightly off the cloth-thing. Walking was so.... weird. She rarely ever did it, and she was very unsteady on her feet. She stumbled a little as she stepped away from the cloth-thing, and laughed softly at her clumsiness.
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"TiChakah, you should not be here." came a wary voice from behind her. She had found a place of solitude in the night on a fallen log at the edge of the forest, facing the cove.
TiChakah rolled her golden eyes skyward. All she asked for was peace and quiet every once in a while. You would think that living on a island was quiet all the time, except that her tribe was large and bossy. She looked over her pale grey shoulder to see Gigimo, one of the younger members of the tribes night sentries. It was an important task that often brought them closer to the water, and she had to be grateful to them because they were there mostly for her benefit. Here's backstory!

Sharkskins hated going on land as they were clumbsy in comparison to their usual state of grace, speed and power they possessed in the ocean. Their heightened sense of smell dulled and it was as if they were missing the sense completely. However, 20 years ago a Sharkskin Mer, a black finned grey reef shark vaiety to be specific, had risen from the waters and lay with a beautiful woman of the tribe. While hearing that a Sharksin was wooing some female was like hearing that water was wet, it had never occured to the race to simply walk on land to do so. Sharkskins were an entirely male race of Mer. They bred prolifically with almost every other Mer species, but all males were Sharkskin, and thus the race continued where it would have been impossible otherwise. When this particular Sharkskin lay with the human female in the sand, he thought he was being perverse and would win a bet with his friend.
What occured 9 and a half months later however was an occurance that would make Sharkskin history. A female sharkskin was born. She had pale skin in shades of grey and white, with white hair and golden eyes. It was immediately apparent that she was different than the olive skin toned tribe. The tribe called her TiChakah- Swims with Sharks, after her mother finally revealed the origins of her offspring. She died shortly after giving birth from complications. The Sharkskins, at a complete loss as to what to do with a female Sharkskin, immediately called her Princess- for there is only one.
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It was discovered early in TiChakah's life that her presense in the water caused issues. For herself and the tribe as a whole. Being the only female in an entire race was a big deal. And the previously land-hating Sharkskins found a reason to ditch their fins and hit the dirt. They wanted to do things for her, no matter how large or small. They wanted to know everything about her. Constantly. It wasn't bad per say, but it got really annoying when it was a constant bombardment. Plus there were the kidnapping attempts by some of the Sharkskins that happened from time to time. The Sharkskins had brought food and loot to the tribe as tribute to their new princess but they were all large and intimidating. Inevitably a human grew scared of the massive amounts of giant fighters and struck one. The Sharkskin understood that to mean that to mean that they wanted to fight- in fighting was perfectly acceptable for Sharkskins, even fun. The human lost the fight in a very bloody and rather horrific fashion. And so the fighting began between the two peoples. Over the years it had mostly died down to raids but the animosity was still there. Her tribes relationship with the docile mers was that of trade and it worked out favorably for both peoples.
TiChakah rarely entered the water, as even only her feet in the water brought upon her change, from 5' tall to over 7' in length. And the instant her scent hit the water every Sharkskin within 200 miles was aware of her presence. And the fighting began as they came upon the land to see her and she was given the blame of tribesmen dying in the waves of Sharkskins that arrived. Simultaniously she was also praised for providing a wealth of food for the tribe, in the form of sharkskin meat when they succeeded in killing some in the the fighting. What she hated most was that the tribe had used her on multiple occasions to bait the Sharkskins. She had been taken forcefully by tribesmen and dumped into the ocean on purpose to draw them in for slaughter when the tribe has prepared for the battle beforehand.
She saw the sharkskins fawning as a nuisance, but never a danger. She had no desire for her brethren to die. She could understnd their natural inclination to fight, but TiChakah being used to draw them into needless slaughter caused her great guilt. Now that she was older she simply wanted to be gone from this island. Even if she had to go to the middle of the ocean, or the middle of some far off land, she wanted to be gone from here. She was crumbling under the weight of expectations, guilt and desires from both sides.
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"Gigimo, leave me be. I'm just looking at the water and will go back soon." she scoffed roughly. It was just her luck that the time she was seriously contemplating just getting into the water and swimming as fast as she could out into the depths and out of the tribe, a human would come upon her to bring her back. It had always been this way. They would draw her back in some way or another every time. It was unfair and was becoming too much for her. The tribal elders had recently been trying to confine her to the to the village and she suspected that they were preparing to marry her to one of their sons. She wanted absolutely nothing to do with their plans or their restrictions. The dangers of the unknown were looking better with every passing season. Gigimo hesitated, then bowed his head and left. She felt bad for being rude to him, he was one of the few decent people in the tribe.
Looking back to the cove, she sat alone. After some time movement caught her eye and she perked in curiosity. Over the course of only a few minutes, she witnessed two ships at the mouth of the cove. Her eyes grew wide as she took in the large vessels of wood and cloth sails. A flicker of blue drew her eye to a lone mermaid, hiding poorly among the rocks near the shore. TiChakah snorted in indignation. Seriously? The Mer chirped, voice echoing over the water easily to TiChakahs ears and the female Sharkskin slapped a hand to her face. Was she trying to hide? because she looked like she was trying to LOOK like she was trying to hide and doing a horrible job of it.
At one of the ships a loud outcry began, and she saw a Tempest rise from the water in a blaze of glory. Her golden eyes widened in awe, the pupils growing and almost swallowing the gold of her iris as she watched raptly as the warrioress set to work upon the ship. This was a Mer who knew what she wanted and took it! She grasped it in her hands and wouldn't let go. That was the drive TiChakah wanted. She was sick and tired of being indecisive- she was going to leave. She was going to leave on one of those ships. If the tempest did not destroy both of them that is... Her brow furrowed in thought. Maybe she could convince the other ship to turn back while the tempest was busy with the other one?
Without quite realizing it, she'd moved from the log to the shore, her feet in the sand and just out of the reach of the surf. She looked to the other ship, concerned another tempest may be creeping up on them. Her jaw dropped. Oh great and powerful Sea God. The mermaid was being hoisted onto the ship.
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All the boys winced and fumbled a second too late to offer her a hand. James the 1st mate was already there. His rough hand catching hers, then quickly withdrawing, terrified. "Shite, Did I just fuck that up?" he thought to himself.
"Err, Welcome aboard mi'Lady" He choked out, and pulled off a bow that left much to be desired, mostly practice.
"This is the Wave Whisper, one of the finest ships in Her Majesty's Navy. Captain Tulouse is, umm the captain... as you might have gathered... Aww crumbs!" turning to Captain Tulouse. "Aye, Captain, pull me outa these strange waters anytime ya please!"

Captain Tulouse favored the moment with one of his RARE smirks and stepped forward. His sway reminiscent of the drift of kelp in the deep surf, his eyes a predators, and his blue jacket against the blue sails. But all this baffled by his demeanor, he walked as a noble and his men parting didn't exactly diminish that. But there was more intent then simply a courtier.
In his head...
"... umm ... oh kay ... well she's a girl now ... huh ... well, at least I know how to handle those of the land ... "
As he approached he suavely dipped into a bow that told of dancing and fencing lessons (you know, feet stuff). "Good evening Mi'Lady, We are most pleased you have blessed us with your presence. I would be pleased to learn your name, as I wish for us to become good friends." He mid sentence rolled his vibe from cool and courteous, to "the smolder" as his father called it. "The Smolder", as it was called, was to be used only in dire circumstances as it can have unexpected results and extreme repercussions. Part "I dance like a god" to "I can tie a cherry stem in my mouth" to "What harm can there be, in a moment spent with you." True, a rarity to be seen, especially in front of his men. He liked some formal distance from his men and seeing him like this... well lets say he'd bet good coin they'd have a thing or two to chat over the gruel tonight. If he's lucky his first mate wouldn't notice his secret weapon.

"OooOOOoo" Thought James the first mate "He's using his ol' trusty smolder... he must mean business... well at least it's outa my hands... normally i hate it when he uses that... but, I don't think he's trying to win a lady tonight. How can I let him know he's pouring it on a bit thick without pointing it out...? "
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So much flattery! Delaeri couldn't help but blush, and look shyly at her feet. She played with her hair and cleared her throat, as dainty as a little flower.

"I am Delaeri Oceana, a Siren of my Clan. I have never been friends with a human before. I heard... I heard a cough.... Delaeri shifted on her feet, looking around again.

All of the humans were staring at her. Had they never seen a mermaid before? She twisted the strand of her blue hair around her finger nervously.

She went to step closer to this Captain Tulouse. He seemed very kind, but then her one of the warnings she often heard drifted through her mind.

"Oh Delaeri, ever nave... ever trusting. That's going to get you killed someday. That and your curiosity and your love of the stars and the world above the waves...

She stepped closer to the railing instead. All it took was her diving over into the water and she could escape if they tried to capture her.

"That music was lovely... what is that instrument called?" She asked softly.

It was a physical effort to suppress her Siren Voice. She had very little practice with it, but she did not wish to hypnotize these men.
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Captain irk Haversham rocked on his feet as the groaning took the Black Rose. His eyes widened and he cursed vibrantly under his breath. Tempest! What foul luck! He saw Maya retreat from that side of the ship and many of the crew did as well. He drew his blades and chewed on some thoughts:

Perhaps a better business would have been in textiles? Surely honest merchant work would be just as profitable as stealing from other people. Not to mention the wardrobe would be better. Or maybe he could have been a baker - her certainly loved all sorts of sweets and bake goods, what more fulfilling life could be led by making what you love?

A large, resounding CRACK echoed in the bay and the Black Rose pitched. Al his daydreams of apple struedels and raspberry torts were cast aside as he sprinted towards the end of the ship with an Unholy Terror attached to it. "GET YOUR STICKY TENTACLES OFF MY SHIP!" He cried with blade raised high.

Myrari levered herself halfway out of the water with her spear, and wrapped her lower half around the front section of the hull. She wasn't long or tentacled enough to grasp the whole of it - but she could do enough damage. Her tentacled clung securely to some of the boards, and she heaved, letting out a furious battle cry as several planks groaned, split and burst from the deck.

Myrari puled a chunk of wood free and then puled her spear out. She began using it to lever herself up the side f the boat, and before al of her tentacles were free, she lifted the hunk of wood and tossed it onto the deck of the BLack Rose in the hopes of dislodging some crew.

Once she had fully emerged, vision red with fury, she leaped onto the deck. Her skin was still octopus-like in texture, patched over her vital bits and looking like she was wearing a second skin. Her decoration, rings of small shells laced in a net around her waist and neck and wrists, still clung to her, and her tentacle hair turned into deep, deep purple, thickened dreadlocks.

Narrowing her eyes the leapt at the first crew member she could find.

SO she cracked the Captain on the side of the head and the force sent him sprawling across the deck.
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Maya saw the captain get cracked across the head by the Tempest and she sighed and covered her face with her hand.

"I do not get paid enough to babysit him... yes captain. Attack the Tempest. Brilliant idea!" She grumbled and went to her Captain's aid.

The Tempest had turned to attack another crewmember so Maya grabbed the Captain under his arms and hauled him to his feet.

"Captain, for the record, attacking a Tempest head on is a BAD IDEA." Maya said to him.

She wasn't sure if he was coherent enough to understand her. Tempest was tearing everything apart. She had to get as many people away from the ship as she could....

"Abandon ship!!! Make your way to the island everyone! We stand no chance here in her environment!" Maya yelled, dragging Captain Haversham to a dingy. She got him into it with the aid of a couple other crewmen who had heard her order.

They all started fleeing the Black Rose. This Tempest was too much....
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Smolder foiled with her unanticipated questions, Captain Tulouse raised an eyebrow "A cough? Lady-Siren Delaeri Oceana the instrument that my freind here..." gestures to Clemens "plays is the violin, it is hailed in our lands as the instrument that can 'sound most as a voice', he plays it for the pleasure of others." Looking down then, he raised his eyes to her with a sorrowful and soulful look of apology. "In our lands it is seen as incredibly rude to ask a new friend a favor..." After a deep breath he continued "Our princess is very ill and we came here seeking a cure, The Tears of the Ocean. We heard that mermaids can heal diseases."

He would then turn and smile at the little one... there was not way she'd not be there. She was a bit of a trouble maker and always would show up when people expected her the most or least...

...Ok for once she was not around. Turning back to his men and new guest "Pardon me, I'll gather the little one so you may make her acquaintance" And with a bow he was gone.

Princess Aris of Tak however was not to be peeking in on anyone. She'd seen the beautiful mer and heard the music; but the cough came then. This bought was soo much worse then any other. There was so much blood in her palm, she felt it's warmth and got woozey. The world tilted, spun, and went black.

Tulouse came down the stairs and cast a look around, having not found the little one anywhere else. His eyes came the little one's form on the floor, hair splayed out, eyes closed, blood from her mouth dripping in a pool onto the floor. Imediately his heart was in his throat, a roar of thunder in his ears, and a hot flush came over him as his sleek body went into motion. In an instant he was at her side, fighting back tears. "Oh little one, don't give up now! She is so close!... Help! help!" The captain called for anyone. His reading candle in his captain's quarters was not alone in being a little light, that was sputtering out.
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