The sword (cold, cursed, unnatural sharpness) swung like a lead rope until it hung inches from her face. She ignored it, glaring at the man wielding it. How dare he?
'Good work, sailor.'
Even after all these years, he has not changed. No wonder she had wanted to slap him.
The net tightens, bringing her back to herself, and his spell is broken. It seems the passing of the years has not increased his intellect, as if time herself would regard him with her favour. Why is he here, of all the forsaken places?
'Only a fool would hunt a mermaid, Edward Teach, and I do not recollect you for a fool.'
He pays no mind to her words, turning to the ma – woman beside him.
'You know her, father?'
Father? Kraken take him, he had had an – had a daughter?
The pirate – Runner – waded up as she slowly shifted backwards. If she could get to the deeper water they could never hope to contain her.
It was a vain hope. A man such as Edward Teach had been would never leave a prize such as a mermaid unattended - She was hauled out of the water and bundled into a transparent cage before she had made a foot's distance.
She twisted, bend half and half again as the lid was slammed on her, net, bound and all. Was she really that terrifying? The men avoided her gaze as it swept their ranks. Poor ignorant fools. The only place she would consider eating them was thirty feet deep, where the water masked their sent. The girl – woman – daughter – met her stare defiantly. Spanish blood, perhaps? She never had been good at generalizing humans into anything more than food and not-food. Eyes drifting onwards, she met his back.
'We head for a protected cove.'
No cove could protect him from her ire, if only she could break free of these Calisto-cursed ropes. She slammed into the glass witch a hiss as the not-quite-de –was that the Quartermaster?
He turned, eyes catching hers again, something flashing and gone again as he picked his way around the sand splattered corpses of her sisters.
'Now.'
What had he done?
