D8 Is anyone reading this? ;A; If you are please review. Pleeeeeeeease. Otherwise I begin to feel like no one even reads the first line of the first paragraph. *sob*
After several days on the ship, it finally came time to return home. Well, home they would be already if it wasn't for the unfortunate turn of weather. Waves crashed against the side of the ship, seemingly powerful enough to leave a dent. Above the sky was brewing charcoal puffs, covering the sky and blocking out the moon and stars. The wind howled as long bolts of light collided with the ocean in the distance, some stretching across the sky above them, followed by loud rumbled that echoed through the clouds. Down from the sky, large water drops crashed onto everything beneath the clouds.
Watching from the window of Ásbjörn's quarters, Maren stared in awe at the change of weather. The once so perfectly warm day with the sun shining had suddenly became cold and gloomy. Men ran around the slippery deck, shouting orders, getting the ship secured for the bad weather. Bad weather or good weather, they had to do their job, even if it cost them their lives.
Ásbjörn had come in only moments earlier, pulling his jacket on her and warning her of the weather before running out again. She was deeply worried for him, but followed the orders he directed her only a couple of days earlier and staying inside his cabin so the crew didn't see her long cherry red tail. She smiled at how kind this human was to her. He was warm and gentle, and she enjoyed the talks they had, she speaking of her kingdom and him speaking of his crappy apartment. Whenever she saw him, she couldn't help but smile, and feel a warm fluttering in her chest.
She was jolted from her thoughts as the whole vessel jolted violently, sending the mermaid to the floor. She grumbled in pain, rubbing her head and sitting up, tightening her hold on the jacket. Shouting was heard from outside, each voice in desperation and panic. She tilted her head to the side as the ship began to tilt, men throwing out life rafts and scrambling in. She waited. Waited for Ásbjörn to come and get her. Within an hour, he still hadn't come, the mermaid beginning to worry further. Breaking his orders, she slid to the door, reaching up and pulling it open, water gushing into the room. She gasped, embracing the water before realizing that the ship was sinking.
With a push of her tail, Maren glided through the violently disturbed water, looking for Ásbjörn. After subtly checking the life rafts, she saw Ásbjörn had not gotten on any, sending her into a panic. She dove underwater, searching for him.
Down. Down he went, his whole body becoming nothing against the weight of the water as his lungs filled up, bubbles escaping his mouth. This was the end, his body sinking into the rocks and seaweed on the ocean floor, his now blank violet eyes half-cast, staring at a figure moving towards him before blacking out.
"Come on...Wake up..." Maren whispered, staring at the human boy now safely rested on the shore. It was early morning, seagulls crying out above their heads in the now blue sky. Around them was debris from the storm, pieces of seaweed, coral and even broken up parts of the ship. They had crashed into an iceberg Maren had realized, knowing that area well enough to be littered with them, winter or summer. In front of her lay Ásbjörn, his clothing torn from the forcefulness of the waves, his hair and clothes clinging to his limp form. She tapped him on the cheek, frowning at the lack of effect and instead began shaking him.
"Come on..." She begged, her eyes beginning to glaze over, a drop running down her cheek and sliding onto her rose-bud lips. She blinked at the taste, realizing it tasted like the sea. She touched her eyes in confusion, wondering what these...droplets were.
A deeper frown crossed her face, the girl now losing all hope. Maren sniffed, resting her face on his damp chest, grimacing at how cold he was. She sighed as the droplets continued to run down her face, dampening the boy's chest even more. She shakily looked up at him, opening her mouth and emitting a beautiful voice.
"Livet er et kort sekund...
et med både godt og ondt
Tror man, eller håber man, så skuffes man
Livets viser drejer sig, man mødes, og skilles..." She sang, sniffing in between lines, her voice wavering slightly.
"Først en lys og dejlig leg...
Ak, så går man hver sin vej
Jeg er gået fra dig du, skønt jeg holder af dig, du
Derfor siger jeg til dig..." Sitting up, she kissed his cheek, blinking as his eyes began to flutter. Maren smiled, about to greet him before she heard men walking down the beach. Frowning, she dragged herself back to the sea, sparing him one last glance before plunging into the depths of the ocean.
Ásbjörn woke up, groaning softly and looking up at his crew mates. What girl possessed such a beautiful voice, he needed to know. He coughed slightly, sitting up and rubbing his head, feeling slightly woozy.
A/N:
I hope you like it. ;A;
The song Maren sung was Glemmer Du by Liva Weel.
Next chapter will be up soon.