Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean and I most certainly don't own my friend Cassandra.
Claimer: You can bet your bonkers that I own Lanovia "Tonks" Mason, Pritckin, Ma Kettle , Dyrienne, Peter "One-Shot Pete" Mason, and THE DIABLO.

Peter Mason was slowly making his way down to Tortuga's rocky shoreline when he heard the most beautiful, yet familiar, voice call out his name. Realization suddenly dawned on him; "Dyrienne?" What was she doing here?! This is the worst place imaginable for a mermaid to be!

"Over here, my love." The mermaid's voice said from somewhere in darkness.

"What 're ye doin' here, love?" Peter asked as he began to search for her in the darkness. As if to answer his question, a babe's wail came from the same direction Dyrienne's voice. Freezing, Peter said the first thing that popped into his head. "What was that?" Silence was his only response. Agitation hit Peter's body like a wave.

"Dyrienne, love, I asked ye a question."

"It's a baby...your baby...your baby girl..." Dyrienne said as she splashed the water with her tail, making it easier for Peter to find her.

Find her he did, but his eyes where on the mer-babe in her arms. "That...tis' not possible..." He choked out. "That's me child?"

"Considering that I didn't bed any other men...yes, she is your child...and you have to take her, raise her, keep her safe...she's in danger if she stays in White Capp Bay with me. They'll kill her for being a Hybrid."

"But yer the...the Queen, after yer ma. They cannot hurt ye or our...daughter." Peter stated as he sat next to his lover and child.
"I'm not the Queen yet." Dyrienne said as she began to rock the squabbling mer-babe side to side. "My mother can and will kill our daughter if she gets the chance."

"But why, love?"

"She does not think humans can be anything other than things to satisfy our hunger...she will kill her granddaughter for being half human...Peter, you must take the girl."

Peter stared at the curly haired mermaid in front of him in fascination. "Aye, but I know nothin' 'bout raisin' a child."

Dyrienne smiled, looking as bright as the moon itself. "It will all come to you in time, Peter."

"It bet'er, else the lil' lass'll end up wit' a gun hanging at 'er hip and a knife in hand."

The smile instantly fell off Dyrienne's face and she bared her teeth- fangs- and let out a hiss. "No guns. No swords."

"Aye! Stop wit' tha hissin'! Yer scar'in' tha bejesus outa me, woman!" Peter yelped as he cautiously leaned his body away from the enraged mermaid.

Dyrienne immediately stopped hissing when the babe started to cry. "Hush...hush now..." she cooed, only to laugh when she saw that the mer-babe had bared her fangs as well.

"Would ye lookie here..." Peter murmured when the little one turned her head in his direction. "Has me eyes, she does!" he said as he pointed to the silvery-blue orbs staring at him.

"Yes, and your ears as well." Dyrienne stated as she ran her hand through the white swirls of hair on the mer-babe's head. "And she will have your hair."

"Now what 're ye talkin' 'bout, love? Me hair is brown."

Laughing, Dyrienne motioned to his head in a amused manner. "It just looks brown because it's filthy, my love. It is truly dark gold."

Insulted, Peter held his nose in the air as if he was the Queen of England. "Yer jus' jealous I got me'self better hair than ye." That was an outright lie and they both knew it.

Shaking her head, Dyrienne opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by the sound of two drunken pirates stumbling toward them. Without so much as a word, Dyrienne held tightly to her babe and jumped into the water.

The splash caught the pirates' attention and they leaned down the rocky ledge to see what it was. "Pete?" one of them yelled, catching sight of their mate.

"Aye?" Peter replied, his heart nearly beating out of his chest. Did they see Dyrienne or the babe?! His mind screamed over and over.

"Wha' 're ye doin' down there?" The pirate asked while his other mate stumbled off somewhere looking for something more amusing.

"Eh...Jus' watchin' the waves, mate..."

"Well, hurry it up! There 're some plump lookin' lasses waiting for company at the new tavern!" The pirate shouted as he turned on his heel and swaggered out of sight.

"Don' wan' no company..." Peter muttered, waiting for Dyrienne to resurface.

Peter waited patiently for five minutes when Dyrienne finally resurfaced in front of him. He tried his best not to gaze at her breasts, but found his eyes wandering over them hungrily. They're bigger than I remember, he thought in satisfaction.
Clearing her throat, Dyrienne tried her best not to laugh at Peter's face expression. Shaking his head, Peter looked her in the face and smiled sheepishly. "Couldn't help me'self." Dyrienne stared into Peter's blue eyes with her bright green ones before arching herself higher in the air so the only thing that was in the water was the very tip of her tail, before grasping his face in-between her hands and placing a passionate kiss on his lips. When both finally pulled away, Peter remembered the babe. "The lil' lass!" he all but shrieked, looking around himself for his daughter.
Dyrienne laughed. "Peter calm down- she's over there." she explained, pointing to a nearby rock with sea stars and shells.
"Oh."
"Go and get a basket so you can take her to...wherever you're staying at without looking suspicious."
"Aye, love." Peter muttered as he got up and began to run for the grimy little town of Tortuga.
"Hurry! It's almost dawn!" Dyrienne called after his departing form. "I love that man more than the sea itself." The mermaid muttered as she swam to where she had placed her daughter. Said babe was crying and squirming around the rock with her little tail flapping all about. Dyrienne perched herself on the rock with some of her tail still in the water. "Hush, Lanovia, hush." When the mer-babe only got louder, her mother gently began to rock her and sing;

"Hush now, my baby
Be still, love, don't cry
Sleep as you're rocked by the sea
Sleep and remember my last lullaby
So I'll be with you when you dream

Sea, o sea
Flow gently for me
Such precious cargo you bear
Do you know somewhere
she can live free?
Sea, deliver her there..."

Clutching her babe to her chest, Dyrienne let her tears fall. "We shall see each other again, I promise you." she murmured as she gently placed her baby on a dry rock where Peter would find her. Removing her locket and gold armlet, Dyrienne kissed them and placed them beside Lanovia. "Good bye, my precious."

A/N
Okay so this is my first Pirates of the Caribbean fanfic...so don't flame me too harshly because my pirate talk sucks:)
Drop me a review if you're interested in the story, please!