Taking one last gasping breath before the inevitable plunge, blinking through the blinding tears as your feet echo hollowly against the wooden plank beneath you, you hear the men jeering at you and looking back can make out the face of just one man. He stands passively opposed to the crowd, simply crossing himself in fear at the sight of you and the thought of his superstition.
He isn't helping to send you to your end but he does nothing to stop it either. It's men like these, you think, that will call the ire and wrath, your ire and wrath, down upon themselves.
That's your last thought as the floor drops out from under you and you're swallowed by the waves below. To begin with you aren't scared, you knew this was inevitable were you discovered. You find yourself resigned to death.
It isn't until your lungs start to burn and ache, forcing you to take in a mouthful of water that stings worse than the initial burn as it hits your lungs, that the panic finally sets in. By then you find that you're to deep to even make a valiant effort at breaking the surface again.
Keeping your eyes tightly shut you don't sense the presence in the water until arms are fixed about you and there is a mouth pressed firmly to your own. This sends a shock through you startling your eyes open to peer into eyes of an otherworldly blue. So lost in her gaze are you that you had forgotten the need to breathe, for now you realize that you are no longer drowning but rather just barely existing on the edge of reality.
Glancing down at yourself you find that this isn't the only change you've experience for you are no longer yourself but rather something both terrible and beautiful, everything you should ever have been. One look into the eyes of your savior and you understand, everything you had once been is gone. All that is left is a shadow of the creature you were.
A sudden anger overtakes you and diving down you leave the siren in your wake as you leave in search of, hunting, the men that would dare to destroy such a perfect creature as a woman.
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold
My name it is Maria
A Merchant's daughter fair
And I have left my parents
And three thousand pounds a year
Come all you pretty fair maids
Whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor
Who plows the raging sea
Author's Note:
This is my first attempt at a fic like this so I would absolutely LOVE feedback on it. If you could let me know what you think that'd be fantastic!