Okay, so this first chapter is kind of like Philip's past and what happened between him and
Syrena. Enjoy,
Disclaimer: I do not own pirates of the Caribbean.
Voices. Comforting and smooth voices. More angels? The world was dark again, no. He was just asleep, but the voices were real. He felt hands grab onto him, smooth slippery skinned finger's touching and prodding his legs and arms. Someone caressed his face and a hiss echoed throughout the room.
"He doesn't belong here," A beautiful voice said, but it was dark and deadly. Something that made Philip want to flinch away, but this was just a dream, so he could move. It wasn't real at all, was it?
"I know…." A more familiar and soft voice answered sadly. His angel.
"You've fooled yourself, young one," A different voice jeered. "You're affections will surely kill us all, just like many before him have done before and many will do again,"
"We'll all die at your hand!" Another agreed.
"Remember," A different voice assured. "You're too strong to fall for such a weaknesses such as-"
"No," The soft voice protested. "He's different, he would never-"
"Enough, sisters," The beautiful voice said. It was evener this time, more understanding. "Calm yourselves. This is her choice to be made. Young one, you have a decision to make. You know you'll never be able to be with him, you're not meant to be. But….there is another way that a part of you will always be with him…."
"No!" A voice protested.
A sigh. "What a waste,"
"After all they've done to us?" Another screeched. "You want to leave one with them?"
"Calm yourselves," The voice's command was sharper, more direct, a verdict that had to be listened to. "Young one?"
"He'll…he'll remember me, won't he?" She asked.
"Our powers are limited and therefore unable to tamper with his memory, so yes. He'll always remember you," They answered comfortingly.
The silence that followed was long and finally, his angel spoke once more.
"I'll do it,"
. . .
"Philip?" An angelic voice called and Philip opened his eyes to meet a pair of hazel ones staring adoringly down at him. Syrena.
"Syrena," He breathed sitting up slightly, then preparing to wince at his wounds but realized that they didn't hurt. He looked over at his side where sea weed was pushed up against his wound. "What?"
"To help," Syrena replied, still string at him, he turned and saw that they were lying in a cave, with dark water dripped walls and a little light that escaped from a whole in the ceiling that let him see the mermaid that had saved his life. And then he realized that Syrena was in her human form.
"Why are you like this?" Philip asked keeping his eyes on Syrena's face so they wouldn't trail down to her naked body. It gave him a bit of pleasure that he still could maintain his faith for the Lord Almighty throughout his entire or deal. "Why not…."
"Philip," Syrena told him, leaning closer to him. "Please….I want to…."
"What?" Philip asked softly.
"I love you," She breathed, and her lips fell onto his and he kissed her back passionately. His hands tangled in her still wet hair, exploring each delicate curl and her hands locked around his neck, kissing fervently side by side.
Then, he was being pulled on top of her, and some far away piece of him, marveled at the strength of such a small delicate girl whose legs were locked around his sturdy body. He pulled away, staring down at her with a shocked expression. He was a man of faith and now he was lying on top of a naked woman, that although he did love, he wasn't promised to.
"Syrena," Philip whispered furious with her and himself. "I can't….we shouldn't-" he started to move away from her.
"No," She protested, grabbing the collar of his shirt and keeping her on top of him. "Please." Her hazel eyes were full of pleading and sorrow. It was the same look she'd given him when she'd been tied like her many sisters and tortured. "Please,"
So he complied, and gave into his urges and in the underwater cave of the he and Syrena made love for the very first time.
. . .
Once they'd done their part, Philip descended off Syrena, and sat up staring at her. "I love you," He told her and it as the truest thing he'd ever said. His love was faithful and unquestioning. Like his love for the Lord. He knew that no matter what challenges they faced it would always be true.
Syrena turned to him, and gave him unfathomable expression and she kissed him again. Then, as she pulled back, she grabbed him by the color, and his head against the dark wall of the cave, knocking him out unconscious.
When Philip awoke he awoke to the sound of birds. His eyes took a long time to adjust to the eerie sunlight that peaked it from the trees. He was lying on a patch of wet grass. A few feet away he would see where the pools that he'd fallen through and he remembered what had last happened.
"Syrena?" He called, standing up unsteadily and running over to the pools. He looked all around them, splashing around frantically for his love. "Syrena, where are you?"
He couldn't find her, not anywhere. But where could she have gone? Dear god, he thought. Please, please let her be alright.
He didn't stop looking though. He never did. And for months he never left that island, always looking. And finally, when he was walking along the beaches of the pale sand he saw a ship coming towards him. He didn't even have the energy to try and run away, just watched as it came closer.
"Well, well," The Captain said, walking down the ramp that was made to walk to the beaches. "Aren't you far away from home?" It was bluntly obvious he worked for the British navy, and he was right. Syrena had been more of a home than anywhere else he could remember, but she'd been gone for months.
"Yes sir," Philip replied sadly.
"Come with us, lad," The captain told him, his gleaming brown eyes staring into Philip's green ones. "Come back with your own kind."
The Christen just nodded, for he was just to weary to say anything else. He started up the ramp, following after the captain as he paddled on about what luck it was to find him after they had just come back from their trip to the spice routes when he heard a sound he would never forget. A baby's cry.
"Did you hear that?" Philip asked stopping and turning his head. The sound was close, but not like it was on the ship, back towards the island.
"What?" The captain asked, turning around but Philip was already running. "Hey! Come back!"
Philip followed the cry which seemed to grow louder and louder until he finally had to stop at a pool of shallow water where the tide was low. He sighed leaning his hand on the rock near him. His would was playing tricks on him. To think, He thought. I thought I heard a-
The baby's cry was shrill and close, and Philip looked over the large rock that he'd been leaning on to see a tiny baby lying in the tide pool. Instantly he ran around it and knelt down, picking up the child. It was wrapped in sea weed and shells, like it was born from the sea. Surprisingly, the child stopped crying when he picked it up, and Philip saw its eyes for the first time and found that they mirrored his own.
It was a miracle and it was his miracle. His finally gift from Syrena.
Well, how'd I do? Please review and tell me!