I think I'm on roll of re-writing Fairy tales! :D haha

I always wondered what would happen if Ariel did kill Prince Eric and if her sisters really did care for her. And personally I think Ariel is much better off with a pirate life that would feed her curiosity. :)

There is going to be a really inappropriate pun there and it IS intended! gosh! I feel bad.

Read and Review of what you think. I read somewhere that his name is James Killian Hook but i'm not sure. I thought it was just Killian Hook. Oh well.

Happy reading, love. Eh.


Their first night had been a nightmare.

She lay there like a puckered starfish, while he just got what he wanted. His mind didn't loom on pleasing her; he only wanted to claim her as his pet as soon as possible. No moaning, no sweet caressing. It was just sex. He may have grunted into the crook of her neck when he hit the peak, but that was all. And with that, no other sailor on the boat would ever dare touch her, not after she had spent the night in his chamber.

Ariel crawled out of the bed and winced in pain. If only she could speak, she would scream and yell and thrash about, throwing insults at him. Her first time, was supposed to be treated gently, with care and love. Not like some second hand sex toy. She has feelings too, even if she was mute and could never express them. The pain in her newfound legs was like walking on knives, bleeding and cut, but there will never be blood spilling out. It was all in her mind, the witch had explained to her before, but it would last forever, as part of the price.

She regretted it all, she really did. Prince Trashing (as she called it now because Charming was definitely not what he was) had immediately ditched her for the beautiful princess after he had heard her voice. Did being able to speak or sing really matter that much? Or was it that she had round breasts and an erotic body that made Prince Trashing change his mind?

Maybe he was right, she really was a second hand item. Maybe she did deserve to be treated like that. Ariel never knew that she could be treated so lowly until he met him. She had been a princess for hell's sake! And now all she was was a toy used for frustration.

She missed the ocean. She had fallen back into the ocean after she mercilessly stabbed Prince Trashing so she wouldn't die. Why have pity on someone who had given you false hope? She really doubted that he would die anyway, and she wasn't planning to kill him.

Stab him with this knife we traded for with our hair, her sisters had instructed, And you will live even if he doesn't love you back.

And so she did.

Was it because she didn't exactly kill him that now she was stuck here? She had expected to get her tail back, oh that beautiful shimmering tail, but she didn't. She was stuck with these humanly legs even though she hadn't felt human at all. She had drifted in the roaring ocean, with winds beating on the waves and rain crashing on the water. Her sisters had eventually given up on saving her, seeing that she still had human legs. They had abandoned her.

You're not one of us, Ariel, we can't help you.

Of course, they traded their – what was it? Hair. She gave her voice and tail! How could they ever understand her? The pain of giving up something she was proud of, a part of who she was? Talk about commitment!

Therefore when she saw the ship, and was rescued from the storming sea, she didn't reject anything. The captain had known she was a mermaid at first sight.

No one has eyes like the ocean other than a mermaid. He had declared in his way too seducing voice. You're one of the daughters of the ocean, no?

All she could do was nod, now that she still couldn't speak. He had smirked and laughed, then ordered to his sailors to lock her up in the spare room. Ariel didn't object or anything. What has she to lose anyway?

And so when he came at night, she wasn't surprised that he forced himself on her, and broke her barrier without much thought.

Who doesn't want to, with a mermaid?

He marked her as his own, and made sure no one else on the boat would touch her. He didn't kiss her once, or call her name, even though she had written it down when she first arrived.

Ariel sobbed softly as she reached the upper deck. She was on the ship now, as a property of James Killian Jones, or other wise known as Captain Hook.