This is a literal film adaptation of "The Little Mermaid" by Disney. Of course I do not own "The Little Mermaid" or anything else that Disney owns. This is MY work of fan-made fiction based off of Disney's film. Some characters belong to me, others to Disney. Some character names have also been changed for my liking. Some scenes have also been changed for my liking. This work of fan fiction is rated M for Mature. Viewer discretion is advised.
The Mermaid and the Prince
The fog is thick and the winds strong this morning. The powerful winds shoving the huge British brig along its way heading back home from a two week fishing expedition. Among the crew was their captain; a gracious and handsome prince at the age of 26 whose love the sea continued to grow with every passing day. His loyal crew continued to educate him on the lore of the sea and what wonders she possibly held. Nearly home now, and the crew began to sing a shanty.
"I'll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue and it's hey to the starboard, heave ho! Look out, lad, a mermaid be waiting for you in the mysterious fathoms beloooow!"
The prince held on to the wooden mahogany guard rails and gazed fervently over the side of the ship. The fog was starting to burn away and the prince could feel the sun's rays struggling to break the gloomy weather. Water splashed hard into the ship creating plumes of mist to flow upward and hit the princes chin. By his side, his monstrous Irish Wolfhound copied what he did and loomed over starboard. Dolphins soon began jumping and spinning around the sides of the ship. Some almost jumping high enough for the hound to snap at them. The ship seemed to soar even though they were only going about 25 knots. The giant hound started barking madly at the dolphins, still trying to catch one. They seemed to mock the wolfhound with cackling laughs and high pitched squeals.
"Oh Toulouse! Leave them alone! They are just having some fun! It's such a beautiful morning! The salty air, the wind in our faces! Huuuuff! A wonderful day to be at sea!" The prince called.
"Oh yes, Thomas…delightful, belch!" Thomas's advisor, Grimsby, was hanging the top section of his body over the port side of the ship, throwing up what food he ate earlier.
When Grimsby's head reappeared he was practically the color of moss. The poor man. Tom walked over to him and patted him on his back.
"Why you ever came on this fishing trip, I will never know, Grimsby. Are you going to be alright, old man?"
Grimsby shooed Tom away with a waving hand just before his cheeks filled once more and spewed out more vomit.
"Stay with Grimsby, Toulouse." Tom ordered kindly, patting the hounds head and walked off.
Tom trotted down the steps and walked out onto quarter deck. Various crew members were up in the platforms untying the main sails and others were hauling up nets filled with red snapper. One of the deck hands was struggling to tie down a mast rope to the standing rigging and he ran up to help pull it down.
"A fine strong wind and a following sea! King Triton must be in a friendly type mood today!" Howled the deck hand to Tom.
"King Triton?" Tom questioned.
"Why he's the ruler of the MerPeople, lad! Thought every good sailor knew about him!" This came from another deck hand, a man who was pulling fish from the net and tossing them into barrels.
He was older, like Grimsby, he was a tough old coot. Just starting to hunch over and get that creepy old scratchy voice.
"Hmph. MerPeople! Thomas, pay no attention to this, nautical nonsense!" Grumbled Grimsby, who was now fixing his hair and vest. The green in his face had finally gone.
"But it ain't nonsense, it's the truth!" The old man shouted, pointing a flailing fish into Grimsby's face. "I'm tellin' yah! Down in the depths of the ocean they live on!" He shouted again, this time cornering Grimsby to the guard rail. The fish slipped from his hand and smacked Grimsby's face on the way back into the sea.