Prologue

The mermaid's eyes slowly fluttered open, her pupils dilated and retracted as they took in the light of the small cove of which her and her seven kin slept. The light seeped in from the large hole in the mounted rock, the rays of the sun shot like golden strings from the surface.

The cove was empty, leaving Ariel alone and basking in the light. She arched her back up and her arms tipped over her head resting on the soft sand bed ground, she stretched as she arched her body and her red curls fell almost perfectly over her bare breasts, leaving only the skin between the two peaks of pleasure to be bare.

Her blue eyes sparkled as she flicked her fin once with a powerful thrust leaving her to hover in the water in the centre of the room.

The peak of the sun was almost in the centre of the sky and by this time her sisters and rest of the female of her siren kind were out and about beneath the waves, searching for lost pirate and general ships that could hover above Atlantica by nightfall, giving them time for an attack.

The youngest of the royals had missed out on the search today but that was alright, she hardly ever participated in the search. The hunt was more of her skilled area.

Though she was the youngest her voice was unmistakably the most recognizable and alluring of all her kind, one lyrical note from her voice was enough to snap the attention of a thousand sailors in the sea and have them all focus on her. A blessing? No. A curse as far as the little mermaid saw it.

Ariel may be a siren but her beliefs were different to those others of her kind, the humans that lived above the waves were not only a source of food for her but their way of life fascinated the young mermaid despite what the sirens said.

Vile creatures, murderous savages, they would gladly make means of your tail for supper; they were all the warnings that left her kind, and having being raised by such things she could not help but he cautious and somewhat distant towards them though her distance had never morphed into hatred. Not like it had for her sisters, her father, her kingdom who would gladly take a human's life to protect their own.

The males would be busy, preparing for a feast tonight as they did every word of ships near the kingdom.

The mermaids were the superior of the race while the mermen were pushed lower in the rank of power given their voices were about as attractive as a rotten crab, while the voices of the sirens brought home the cold bodies of sailors for them to dine on.

The only superior man of them all was the king, Ariel's father. In charge had been the queen of course but a careless hunt and a spear through the heart had ended that rein dreadfully and leaving her husband to rule the seas.

The siren was quick to get tired of staring at the rock of her cove sleeping chambers, though she was one to get tired of things quite easily.

The hole in the ceiling was just the right size to fit her slim frame through and up out of the palace, the view of Atlantica taking her by surprise every time. Not by its beauty though... by its vulgarity. She hated this kingdom, she hated the peaked palace and she hated the people inside it. Well, as far as hate could go for siblings.

It was a lie; she loved her siblings and her father more than anything... almost everything. She loved them a lot but not as much as the love she had found for the one thing she was forbidden to seek unaccompanied. The surface.

The ocean was deadly still from the lack of mystifyingly beautiful voices that haunted these parts of the seas; the women were gone so there was no need for sound, and no need to keep an eye out for escaping princesses such as herself.

She swam as far as her green fin would carry her which was all the way out past the boarders of the kingdom, her hair pooled around her shoulders and down past her breasts like blood being dripped and rippled away in the liquid that was the dreaded ocean. Once far out enough she finally broke the face of water, her red curls flew back as she shot out of the water; her hair flew from in her face and flipped through the air sending droplets of salty diamonds falling back down after several seconds.

Ariel couldn't have cared less about anything in the world once she breathed in the crisp air but the reality was she should have been a little more cautious as to how dramatic her escape was.

X

Yards away a rather rugged pirate, none other than Killian Jones stood atop the railing of his fine vessel, he needed not the rope in his hand hanging from the mast to support his weight but just in case, he wouldn't want to look like a fool falling head first into the drip. In his unsupported hand rested a small golden telescope and the captain peered through the glass, a smirk plastered on his lips as he gazed out into the ocean.

He was surprised when a flash of red caught his eyes as he trailed his gaze upon the surface and he searched desperately to find the red that had now took his interest. It was a girl; young, couldn't be more than sixteen or seventeen but for such a young girl lay such beauty in a shell. The girl was naked which sparked an interest further than arousal.

What was such a stunning lass doing in the middle of the ocean, naked and out in the open. There was only one kind so flamboyant about their beauty and his suspicion had been proved right just as he thought it; the beautiful lass had arched back letting a long, shining fin appear out of the water. Our lass was a siren.

The confirmation caused the captain's smirk to grow to an intrigued grin; he looked over his shoulder and called out to his crew.

"Steady as she goes...Looks like we have found our songstress lads!" He called in a darkly cheerful chuckle.