Hey guys! So all of this is the prologue.
Prologue
The rain was beating down hard. A ruthless wave crashed over Rose, Erwin Smith's beloved pirate ship.
Levi yanked on the ropes to hasten the ship's sail. Out of the corner of his visage, he witnessed a kraken's appendage slap onto the wooden floors.
He fully faced the beast just as a giant tentacle wrapped itself around Mikasa, who squirmed in its grasp.
She managed to slip out her arms, a dagger in her grip ready to pierce the damned thing. Levi released the ropes, unsheathing his sword to help her.
"Levi don't—" she yelled.
"I won't leave you here to die!" he called.
"You know nothing!"
"Do you want to die?! Let me help you!"
Mikasa pushed him away from the kraken. Levi stumbled backwards, just barely regaining his balance. He charged back to the scene, ready to slay the beast but it was too late.
The kraken's tentacle slithered away at amazing speed. It dragged Mikasa with it into black waters.
She never screamed.
Levi climbed over the rail, but multiple hands of his crew members pulled him back despite his pitiful protests. The end of the boom smacked right into his eye, knocking him out.
One Week Later
The memorial service was painful to say in the least. Levi kept his damp eye directed towards the pavement. His face was shadowed by his bangs. For that, he was thankful. Not only did he want to conceal his grief for Mikasa, but he had also lost an eye.
Levi wiped the tears falling from his one eye, turning to the side when the lump in his throat was threatening to burst.
Someone placed a timid hand on his shoulder. Levi twisted his head a little, coming into view with Eren.
"The crew and I are going to get wasted at the cathouse. You should join us."
"What good would a shitty kidney do to me?" Levi almost snarled.
"Well, uh, you might feel better during the moment."
Levi shrugged Eren's hand off, calming himself so he didn't lash out at him. "I think I'll pass."
"You know where to find us if you change your mind," Eren said, eager to leave the awfully tense atmosphere that Levi was giving off.
"Don't count on it."
The other crew members were reluctant to leave. They all sensed that Levi would drink just like them, but alone. Mikasa wasn't just someone who swabbed the deck, after all. She was Levi's wife to be, now a siren who belonged to ocean's sandy grave.
Someone who would never, ever resurface.
