"Emma," Sammy greeted her friend, using her tail to flick water at her. Emma rolled her eyes.
"Hey, Sammy,"
"Look what I got," Sammy said as she pulled out a bracelet from her bag.
"Is that?!" Emma exclaimed excitedly.
"Yep! A braclet so you can walk on land!" Emma hugged her friend, smiling like the sun.
"Ooh you're the BEST!" She praised her friend.

"Captain, the weathers getting bad, you think we should turn around?" Cade, a member of his crew, asked him nervously. Captain Killian Jones smiled coyly.
"What fun would that be?" He laughed devilishly.
Cade nodded, sighing and walking back below deck.
His crew was full of wimps.
The thundering sky practically beckoned him to continue on. So he complied. Fog was surrounding the entirety of his ship, but still, he continued. Captain Jones was not one to give up, despite being only 16.
All of the sudden, he heard a beautiful noise.
Singing, the noise was singing.
He felt his eyes closing, the helm of the ship turning steadily towards the noise.
The singing was beautiful.
Singing
SINGING
"Oh my.." Sirens. They were heading towards sirens. He anxiously looked ahead, realizing he was too close to swerve away. He sucked in a breath, shouting orders to his crew. Naturally, none of them listened. He sprinted across the deck, grabbing the rope that secured the anchor. He quickly and swiftly untied it, grunting as he lifted it over the rail of the deck. The ship slowly stopped and the fog began to clear. As it did, Killian could clearly see the siren that taunted him. She smiled, raising her hand to give him a slow wave. He clenched his jaw and jumped off the ship, walking through the shallow water with ease.
"You BITCH" He shouted at her.
"Now, now, that seems excessive doesn't it?" She said in a gorgeously sweet voice.
"You stay the hell away from my ship." He spat at her through clenched teeth.
"Granted, on one condition," she calmly told him as she waved a slender hand at him.
"What?" He asked mostly in confusion.
"I'll make sure no siren ever touches your precious ship again, if you grant me passage on this lovely ship of yours. " He gave her a strange look.
"Why would a siren need passage on a pirate ship?" He asked her, visibly calmer.
"That's need-to-know information, Captain Jones and right now, all YOU need to know is that I just need a change of scenery," She told him, her green eyes shining. She moved a strand of her blonde hair out of her eyes.
"Why should I trust a siren?" He questioned her. She sighed and looked at him in annoyance.
"I may be a siren, but I am trustworthy." She told him with a pout.
"Fine." He said simply. "But how will you survive out of water?" He asked her.
"I have a way. Thank you so much! I'm Emma!" She giggled excitedly. He found himself fighting a smile. Her laugh was intoxicating.
"I would introduce myself, however you already know my name." He smiled. She smiled back. She swam towards the ship, as he re entered.
"Just.. no seducing my crew, understood?" She rolled her eyes and laughed.
"Yes, sir." She clipped on her bracelet, and smiled as her tail was turned to legs. She looked at the sky and smiled, climbing on wobbly legs around the ship.

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Killian smiled as he watched the sunset.
"Ba! A pirate who watches sunsets? Now that would be the story of the century," Emma said as she walked up behind him. He rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair.
"It's not so funny when you cannot tell it, due to a certain muscle known as your tongue being gone, hmm?" He warned her. She smirked.
"Ooh is the big bad pirate Captain Killian scared of getting his reputation ruined?" She asked sarcastically. He glared at her. "Relax, even if I did tell someone, it's not like they would believe me. Siren, remember?" She held up her wrist with the braclet, tapping the thing as she sighed.
Does she care about people not trusting her? Killian thought. That's certainly strange..
"Does that bother you?" He asked her after an unsettling moment of quiet. She looked at the ground, avoiding his eyes.
"Why would it? I don't care what people think." She stated. He could see right through her facade, right past her I don't care attitude. She did care. What an odd thought. If a siren cared, maybe he should too..
"Whatever. What about you? Do you care?" She asked him. He shook his head, pulling out a flask of rum.
"Honestly? No. An idiots opinion doesn't matter to me." She smiled.
"That's a nice saying, I like it." She told him with an gaze of admiration. She admired his carefree attitude and his free spirit. He did whatever he wanted, which was more than she could say.
"Well, goodnight," she said as she turned away, hips swaying as she walked more confidently than before.
"Night." He said, continuing to stare at the sky.

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Emma awoke the next morning being shaken on the shoulder.
"Mmmm... ugh...wha... time...?" She mumbled sleepily. Killian sighed at how adorable she looked when she was tired, continuing to lightly shake her shoulder.
"9 am, sailor." He told her gently but sternly.
"Do... I... Gotta get up now?" She groaned as she asked.
"Mhm." He saw her sleepy green eyes open, gazing at him. She yawned and stretched.
"Mkay, I'm up.."
"Good. You better be," he told her strictly.
"Don't tell me what to do you idiot," she mumbled.
"Don't call the person letting you stay aboard this ship an idiot, lass" She rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically.
"Yes, Captain!" She exclaimed sarcastically. It was his turn to roll his eyes. She was infuriating, yet he found it captivating for some odd reason. Obviously she was attractive, that no one could deny, but it was more than that. It was like he related to her somehow. It hardly made sense, but he still felt connected to her.

It was confusing to say the least.