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This is based off of this picture someone had on their tumblr that I reblogged [ see here: .com/post/11008139749/riiichaaard-welcomefoolishmortals ] and so I wrote something very quick for it. It does follow A/U guides and a disneyverse as set by those who are aware of when curiosity met insanity. Just go with it.
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What happened had nothing to do with turtles or back hair or standing ankle deep in the sea for days on end. What happened had everything to do with waiting impatiently, talking to himself, drinking himself into passing out and waking up hours later to do that all over again. It was a full day of this when she appeared and at first, Jack thought she was merely a bit of sunlight catching his eye wrong. There was an awful lot of red flashing above the waves, wasn't there?
She said he smelled funny, not at all like she thought a human man would smell. He wondered why she didn't seem like the mermaids he had heard about in his stories.
Ariel, her name was Ariel, and she was seventeen, going on eighteen, and
"A princess? That right love?"
"Daddy is the king. He doesn't know I'm here, he can't know."
"And, s'posin' ol' father dearest finds out?"
"He'll kill you. He killed the other human when he found out about him…"
Her eyes seemed cold when she spoke of that and Jack, ever curious, wanted to ask about it. He didn't. Instead he wordlessly handed over his half empty bottle of rum and she flipped her tail anxiously as she regarded it. Waves rolled over her glimmering scales and in the dying light she was effervescent, hair as red as rubies and glowing.
She had never drank before. Down below, they imbibed themselves on other spirits but none like rum. None that had her head swimming and her laughter bubbling sweetly, but foolishly. He wondered out loud funny questions and while she knew it was getting later and later she felt too heavy to move into the sea.
"An how is it you uh, you know, when a merman wishes to… and how does..?" he waved his hands in the air, gesticulated wildly before taking another swig of the rum. She plucked the bottle from his hands and bit her lip. Her tail flopped back and forth slowly.
"The same way you do, I guess. But it's… it's different. I've seen how your lot does it. I watched a man make love to a woman as they lay on the beach. We can't move like that but we connect the same," she sighed. There was something terribly sad about this one and Jack didn't often know how to act around impossibly sad women. Women like that were awful, but Ariel wasn't blubbering on nor was she speaking in volumes about whatever memory it was that had her looking so glum. She merely downed that sorrow with rum until her smile returned.
She kissed him under the moonlight, her mouth tasting of the liquor they drank through and his fingers hot on her cheek. Even then he could tell that she was pretending he was someone else and he nearly heard another name whispered against his lips as they kissed.
She was gone by the morning but in her stead came a rum running ship. He wondered all day who Eric was and wondered if somewhere out there some lass was kissing another man and muttering his name instead.