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Two worlds meet during a storm
Our story takes place in two different worlds; the one of below the surface and the one above the surface, sitting on the waves… I wonder how each world is handling the storm that has just settled upon them…
Why don’t we take a look?
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The ship rocked, the wind howled. Everyone knew that in this kind of harsh weather the worst of the sea came out to play. Some called them monsters, others called them angels. But if you asked Dazai Osamu, the captain of the NLH ( No Longer Human ; one of the fastest pirate ships on the seven seas) he would tell you that it wasn't the sea trying to kill you when you reached that one, unmarked section of the oceans map. It wasn’t the sharks that crashed into your ship and made it rock that kept people out either.
The wind howled around them as they scampered to obey their captains orders, stumbling and sprawling over the soaking, rocking ship. Some stomachs turned and others ended up on the outside of their bodies while the howling wind flushed away the scent of puke and whisky. “Lower the nets! Don't get too close to the sides!” A harsh voice echoed off the waves and the walls of the ship. “Be careful! We need this fish or we won't have food for the next month.”
Each wave and shark that slammed into the ship sent it rocking from left to right, crew members stumbled about the wooden deck. “Captain, I don’t think we can fish in this weather! The net will get tangled under the boat!” The person yelled back, face blurred in the crowd of pirates and waves. Names were forgotten in situations like this, the crew's faces and names blurred together as the waves crashed against the wood of the ship, the goods from their latest raid on a royal fleet ship being tossed about below the deck.
“I don't care! We’re getting this fish!” Dazais voice boomed over the sound of the boat being smashed against wave after wave, the loot below deck smacking into the wooden walls and some cries of the crew. “We need this catch!”
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While the surface is in utter chaos, nets being tossed into deadly waters and members of the NLH crew being tossed overboard during the storm, our other character, a man who belongs to the world beneath the surface of the ocean, is having a different problem. While humans have the problem of the sea and the weather the one who perks below is being chased around in circles.
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The silence which leaked below the waves was deafening; echoing off the sand and the rocks. The water bubbled, a flash of black speeding through the water being followed close behind by a large, grey beast which had rows of sharp teeth on display, snapping at the very end of the shadow coloured fin. The creature with the black tail dove in between two rocks, hiding as the shark swam by.
The black, scaled tail was wrapped around under the body of a man, the pale skin which one could compare to a pearl, the black scales scattering across the man's waist, going up his hips and onto his stomach. The head on the male was dressed with beautiful, ginger locks, one blue and one brown blue, pale pink lips and a scar on his cheek, an old one which had gone a deathly white with time.
A sigh left his lips as he ran a hand over his neck, feeling his gills still intact, then he ran his hands over the rest of his body, making sure nothing was missing or injured. He shook his head and looked out between the two rocks, making sure the coast was clear. He didn’t want to get tangled with another shark; that was too much effort considering he was alone and without a pod at the moment.
Nakahara Chuuya, a lone siren who was thrown out due to the colour of his tail, a siren who learned how to live alone in the ocean, who learned who and what he could attack and eat alone; he learned everything the hard way yet here he was still alive so it was fine. He pulled himself out of the gap between the two rocks and started to swim back the way he had come, his tail swishing in the water, propelling himself forwards.
“Stupid sharks...” He grumbled under his breath, anger twisting his face. The feeling of hatred in his gut caused it to twist; Chuuya hated sharks, they always got in the way of his hunts, it was annoying and caused too many problems throughout the day, like now. He was lost. Chuuya had no idea where he was and it was causing him to get turned around again. “Oh for fucks sakes!” The siren yelled, letting himself sink to the sandy ground, grabbing a fistfull and throwing it through the water.
The sand didn’t go that far due to the pressure but it helped Chuuya let out his frustration so he just continued throwing sand. “Those stupid, stupid sharks! Why cant they leave me the fuck alone!?” He yelled into the blue sea, hands moving up to tug on his hair, trying to rip it out of his head.
“I hate these fucking sharks!” After a moment of silence the sound of Chuuyas rage echoing through his mind, he shook his head and gave up, he knew damn well that the sharks wont leave him alone simply because he wanted them too, that was just an unethical thought. Sharks were like him, hunters looking for their next meal which ever so happened to be him half the time since he was the first thing they saw when they were out hunting.
Chuuya pushed himself off the ocean floor, propelling himself with his tail, fin fluttering behind him like a majestic black cape. Chuuya sighed, swimming in a random direction; a breath leaving his throat as he looked round the rocks and coral, the weeds and other things which littered the ocean floor. He was searching for something to eat, fish, clams or maybe a dead shark if he was lucky. “Where the fuck is all the fish!?”
He swam for a few hours, searching for anything to eat; unfortunately he didn’t find anything. With the amount of sharks that seemed to be on his trail he ended up getting mixed around in circles while he tried to hunt during the commotion. During one particular chase with a shark Chuuya came across a school of jackass Morwong or a school of Nemadactylus macropterus.
Chuuya propelled himself towards it, hoping to get a feed as well as hoping to get the shark off his trail. His body collided with a cold, metal net. The feeling of being crushed every so slightly becomes more real as he is risen out of the water, slowly making his way up and out of the ocean. As they rose in the clear blue liquid the water started to get rougher, more violent as if the sea was screaming. Chuuya felt the now warm metal start to dig into his tail., the pain sending pulses up his tail and into his chest.
Chuuya raised a hand and placed it on his chest, squeezing his eyes shut as his breathing got shaky, the scent of blood filled the water, likely leading more sharks towards his location. Chuuya struggled; trying to fight his way out of the now warm, metal next making the pain shoot through his muscles and throw his bones.
The metal dug in under his scales and into the soft flesh under the black scales, the pain filled his body and mind, his chest tightening as he was pressed against the metal, forcing it further into his tail as the mass of fish on top of him got heavier and heavier. It felt like he was being crushed by bricks as his body was slammed into the metal. He hated this, he wanted to get out; he slashed, trying to use his claw-like nails to get out of the cage.
As they continued to rise in the water Chuuya could feel the water change, the water was filled with a sudden lift of oxygen content it caused Chuuya to gasp, his eyes widening as they got closer and closer to the surface. He could feel the weight of the fish on top of him increasing every second. “Fuck!” he yelled as his body left the warmth of the water he had known as his home and into the freezing cold air of the stormy night.
The feeling of the metal coming undone, causing a pained echoing screech leaving his throat; metal smashed against wood and his body, blood splattered on the ground and a load of fish was dropped on top of him as well. The air was knocked out of him and he was covered, he couldn't see anything other than the silvery fish scales of the school of morwong which surrounded him.
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The crew which were standing around the mess of fish, watching as they jumped and moved about while on the wood, squiggling and jumping around. Slowly the large, black fin was revealed. One of the crew members stumbled as the waves crashed against the ship, his voice echoing around in the vibrating air. “We got a big one!” The sound summoned the captain as the crew dug through the mess of fish, revealing the shaft of the scale smothered tail, the black scales a silent warning of what lay beneath the dying fish.
“Don’t touch it!” Dazai’s voice echoed as he bellowed, however it was too late, as one of his men got closer to the end of the tail, finding absurdly pale human skin instead of more scales claws sliced through his gut, blood and organs being spilled all over the deck and the rest of the fish pile. Slowly, sitting up, the black tail on display, pale skin with faint scales moving up his body ginger hair which wasn’t the normal type you saw upon land. Dazai’s face paled. “Everyone get away from it!”
The creature whipped its head around to meet eyes with Dazai, one beautiful sapphire blue and the other reminding Dazaj of chocolate. The captain shook the thought out of his head, shaking away the thought of this creature being the most treasured item or person that has ever boarded the ship. “We won't hurt you…” He said, raising his hands and trying to make himself as non-threatening as possible. “Please just dont kill anymore of my men…”
A hiss came from its mouth, then some unknown language left the human mouth on this creature which only belonged in myths. “Βγάλτε με αμέσως από αυτό το πλοίο!”
Dazai raised a brow, he had no idea what he was saying. He had forgotten that merfolk had their own language. His mouth went dry as he watched the siren lean down and licked up the blood which was spilled on the wood and all over the fish, after a few moments he raised his head. “Get.. me off this ship now!”
Dazai’s eyes locked with the sirens and he took a breath. So they gained human speech by drinking blood, which was both interesting and… unsettling. “We won't hurt you if you don’t hurt us.” Dazai explained slowly, trying to make sure the siren who had just gained the ability to speak in human tongue could understand him.
“Get me off this god damned boat!” The siren screamed as a flash of lightning hit the water behind the boat, a carcass of a shark slowly rising to the surface as it sizzled and popped.
Well, fuck. He can control the weather. I’m screwed.
Was the only thoughts running through the pirate captain's head as he watched the siren back away, the uplifted scales on his black tail, the blood spilling over them as he moved.
A red tail would have made him look even prettier.
Was the next thought that filled his head but he shook it off.