Chapter 1: Girl Overboard
It was another stormy night aboard the Flying Dutchman, and the air was filled with the roar of the sea, the howling winds, and the fierce melody Davy Jones' organ playing. The crew was hard at work, and Miss Nixie Saxon was taking a break from her labor. It had been days since she had gotten her revenge on her cruel, abusive husband, and she felt a little on edge. She turned to the sea to ease her nerves, when something caught the corner of her eye. Starring far out into the water, Nixie saw the form of what looked to be a large piece of driftwood. Nothing to surprising seeing that a huge storm had passed, but something was off about that driftwood. As the storm settled Nixie was able to get a better look, and what she saw disturbed her. In the middle of the sea was a piece of driftwood, but on it was the limp body of a small child.
"Man overboard!"
The crew turned in the direction of Nixie, who called out the cry, and had a look to see who it was. First Mate Maccus, the hammerhead, rushed to Nixie's side and helped lower Nixie down to the waters to fish the child out of the sea. By the time Nixie got the child on board, Davy Jones had come on deck. The captain and the crew gathered around to sea what Nixie had plucked from the sea.
The child was a young girl about the age of five or six years old. Her skin was pale with an odd blue hue to it, most likely from the cold. Her hair, which Nixie almost mistook for seaweed, was jet-black, and pulled back by a sea foam green bandana, which reveled a pair of silver hoop earrings. Her shirt, what was left, had been tattered by the storm, along with a pair of dingy gray shorts. She was unconscious and the crew was at a loss what to do.
There had never been a child onboard before, and the crew did not know what to do with her. They just stared with this blank expression on their faces.
"Oh for heaven's sake, MOVE!" Nixie said, pushing the throng of men back and began to revive the girl. Slowly the girl started to come to. Her head was still fuzzy when Jones entered the scene. She coughed up water from the sea and stared to observe her surroundings.
"Wh-where am I?" the girl asked quietly.
"Ye aboard the Flying Dutchman lass. What is yer name?" Nixie asked, gently helping the girl sit up.
"M-Marina," she said, "did… did ye say the Flying Dutchman?"
"Aye. My name's Nixie. Now can ye stand Miss Marina?" Nixie asked, her voice level and calming.
"I… I think. Please… just call m…s..r..n," Marina's voice slurred while she tried to get to her feet. As soon as Nix got her standing, she collapsed in her arms.
"Easy Siren… Ye just came off drift wood."
"What is going on here?" Jones asked as he came closer to the scene.
"Sir, this girl was found on some wreckage," Maccus explained, eyeing Nixie. He'd already taken the girl into her arms and was carrying her through the crowd.
Nixie took the child to her cabin and laid her on her hammock. The girl was worn out and Nix could not blame her. How did this small child manage to survive such a violent storm?
Turning around Nixie searched for a small blanket to warm the girl up. To her surprise, after finding a blanket and turning back around, the girl had changed in form, quickly adapting to the ship's fishy, sea-encrusted appearance. Her skin now had a prominent bluish tint, and her hair had transformed into long, slimy seaweed. Just who are you, and where did you come from? Nixie thought to herself.