Woven through his uniform is a large Crucifix half-hidden among the ruffles as he stares out at sea, acknowledging how alone it feels, to be a pirate, to be out at sea, to be away from the home that he spent his childhood thrilling and running through. Antonio is still not used to the glint of the sun as it hits the waves, sparkling and bright, blinding if you paused long enough to stare.
He shakes his head, even amid the faintest glimpse of blue that vanishes in the sea like a lost gem. Blue? It wasn't the steady blue of the dark waves, but rather a pleasant shade of almost sky blue that swirled almost lost among the waves, when he peeked closer, the sunlight was not the only hint of yellow to the waves. There was a shade that was made dark by the steady, salty liquid, that moved as if it was a trailing part of the wave. Hair!
Antonio shook his head. He is not insane, no sirree. He knows himself, and he knows how the sea drags out his imagination and makes him remember home and the chaos that two of his best friends had gotten him into. The Spanish Pirate steps closer to the edge anyway, seeing a different peek of blue, eyes that glimmered beneath the waves, like someone was drowning. That strange thing was that the eyes didn't look scared or pained, and Antonio forgot that he swam like a lead fish and dove completely overboard, barely pausing to kick off his thick boots on the boat.
His tanned arms strained under the weight of his pirate uniform, captain, as his pirate hat floated and nearly descended into the wake of the sea without him. He had to get to her, and he didn't even pause to question if it really was a lady. His instincts pushed and told him so. One tanned arm after another hit the sea in a sudden burst of adrenaline, and then when he dipped his head under the waves to get a glimpse of the body, he startled, letting water dip into his lungs like an intoxicating drip.
Because that woman had a tail, a long sky blue, tinted green tail that extended out from her waist and followed a steady slope, and Antonio was not drunk like the majority of his crew, and he certainly wasn't high. Drugs gave him the eeby jeebies whenever he saw them anyway, and he only liked a good glass of wine despite being told the drink the harder liquor all the time, and the fact that they almost never had wine. He had absolutely nothing to make this easily explanable, even though he knew that this couldn't be real.
The adrenaline chilled to ice in his veins, and he was sinking without even thinking about attempting to cling to the surface for much needed air. The woman moved suddenly, arms looping around him to save Antonio much like he thought he would for her.
"Oh, you silly guy." She shook her blond hair that fell down in waves around her, and he blinked at her pretty blue eyes that reminded him more of the waves than the sky, unlike her tail that felt both smooth and rough against him as she shifted to move him. "You should know that I swim, and pirates never swim." She pulled him steadily on to the boat, and disappeared through the waves as if she were merely an apparition.
Antonio gulped fresh air like it was his last as he pushed water that never belonged in his throat out, finally. She looked like Francis, except she was obviously a very pretty woman with a long, fish tail. Did that really happen? He looked out to the sea as he finally came to, no longer stuck with water weighing down his lungs.
Maybe that was just a random blessing that happened to happen to him, and hopefully, he wasn't delusional as he hoped dimly that maybe she'd be back again. Antonio never knew that he'd be lucky to start drowning, to rescue someone that was not drowning.