Chapter 1 - All Hands On Deck
"All hands on deck!"
That was the signal. With startling speed, I grabbed hold of the white sail and swung, legs outstretched. The muscles in my arms protested slightly at my body weight, but a second later, I hit the deck, landing with surprising grace. My Captain, Carlisle Cullen, was stood before the wheel, his burgundy pirate hat sat on his head.
Across from us, was the 'enemy' ship. The Nomad was its name, and it had four pirates (Aro, Caius, Marcus and James), two hands (Laurent and Alec), and a lady named Victoria. We had been enemies with the crew since we first met them out at sea five years ago, and this wasn't the first time we'd had to fight with them when we were out at sea.
James came swinging across from the Nomad, his long blonde hair held away from his face in a ponytail. He barrelled past me, unsheathing his long cutlass which glinted as the evening sun hit the blade. He landed barely five feet away from me, smirking as if he'd already won.
"Alright, Masen?"
He stalked forwards, and I pulled out my cutlass, slashing the air as I did so. He quirked an eyebrow at me, moving forwards with his blade ready.
"Alright, Nomad?" I replied, my voice harsh, carefully controlled. James barked a laugh, suddenly twirling around, his red coat flying out behind him as his blade flew towards my legs. I jumped, avoiding the attack, but James didn't falter, trying to cut through my defences, his blade colliding with mine time after time.
I moved back, around the mast, and James's blade reverberated against the wood - making a small cut in the thick oak. He let out a roar of rage, blade flying towards me, but he missed again.
Out swords clashed together, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see Aro, Marcus and Caius swinging onto our ship. I turned again, narrowly avoiding James's sharp blade, lashing out under James's defences. I felt the blade pierce his skin, and a low howl of agony came from my opponent.
James fell back onto the ground, cutlass falling from his hand. I watched in surprise as triumph shone in his dark black eyes, and suddenly, I'd been pulled backwards by another opponent, flung onto the deck with such force that stars flashed before my eyes.
I blinked, and James was stood before me, two cutlasses in his hands - mine and his own. He smirked, pointing my cutlass at me, quirking an eyebrow at me. Shit, he was going to kill me here and now - murder me with my own cutlass.
"James always wins," he told me, that agonizing smirk still painted onto his face. The scar above his left eye shone as the sun disappeared over the horizon, and suddenly, it was incredibly dark. I could barely even make out James's figure, towering over me as he held my sword.
And then - the song began.
The legend of the Siren was well known - any boy who lived by the sea knew the song of the siren. I listened, and the eerie green glow of the siren lit up the entire deck, showing me James's face, which was lit up with horror.
He looked at me once, and I could see the longing in his eyes to kill me, but as the Siren rose above the deck, he bolted. My cutlass in his hand, his own in his belt, he swung back over using the ship's ropes, landing on the deck of the Nomad with a low thud. He shot me a smirk, then disappeared out of sight.
The Siren just looked at me, didn't stop singing.
She was beautiful - as all Sirens were. With long mahogany hair, matching chocolate brown eyes, and a pale white dress, she was absolutely stunning. Her eyes widened at me, then, she landed beside me, and her song ceased. She touched my face with long, pale fingers, smiled shyly, and then disappeared, the song of the Siren lingering behind her.
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A.N: This story will remain as a one shot for now - if the interest is good, I might consider writing more, as I already have a plotline for this in my head. I don't really want to start yet another fic yet though, as I already have three on the go. Review and tell me what you think of this - and who you think the Siren is.
Soap xx