Discalimer: I don't own anything except my thoughts.
Was she evil?
Starting down at her and looking at her calm beauty it didn't even enter your mind that she possibly could be. Tales of woe and torment had always been spread about them. But how could something…no someone…like her be evil? Looking into scared and frightened…innocent eyes I knew she wasn't.
She hadn't even tried to kill me. She was just trying to get away. And I had stopped her. I was about to reach for the sword and pull it out when the nets were thrown over her. Grinding my teeth together I forced myself to keep quiet. There would be no way to help her if I was killed.
But what if she was being deceitful? Was she a master trickster conjured forth by the devil? What if she really was trying to kill me and her chance was spoiled? Even if she was it was my duty and calling to help her. I gently touched the cross that hung around my neck and muttered a prayer.
Give me the strength to protect her.
Did she even have a name? Surely she did. I could hardly keep thinking of her as a creature. She wasn't. I would have to give her one. Something just as beautiful as she was.
She looked calm as they placed her in her glass prison. She was scared though. You need only look in her eyes. But she remained peaceful…silent…serene.
Syrena.
That was what I would call her in my thoughts.
There you go kids. Here's my little drabble on Philip's thoughts when he first sees Syrena and how he thought up her name. (Because who comes up with a name like Syrena on the spot like that? I mean really?) I'm excited too because this is my first POTC fic I've ever done.
So thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed! And feel free to review.
A/N Update as of 5/23/11- I'm really sorry! I didn't realize that I didn't post this story as COMPLETE. SO SORRY! But if I have a request for more (perhaps Syrena's pov) I will write up another chapter. Again so sorry.