Chapter 2: Marina
Flashes of the storm passed her eyes. The lighting broke the sky, and the waves were pounding at her back. There was nothing in sight but dark clouds and crashing waves. The boat was gone and no one could her cries for help. Then, there was a shape across the water. With ears filled with the sound of the waves and thunder, she desperately tried to call to the figure.
"Please help me!" But the figure only walked away, getting further and further from sight. Please, please help me! Anyone, HELP ME!
"HELP ME!" The girl sat up in a cold sweat. It was a dream, just a nightmare. Feeling relieved, the girl tried to sit up, but a voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Ye should not be sitting up Miss Siren," said the feminine voice. "Ye were just pulled from ruff waters, and should rest now."
The girl looked up and saw a young woman, mid twenties, with hazel eyes looking right at her. Now the girl remembered. Not a dream. She had been in that awful storm, and this was the woman who saved her life.
"Name's Nixie Saxon, but ye can refer to me as Miss Nix," she answered.
"What exactly happened to me," the girl asked. "And why did ye call me Siren?"
Nixie gave her a puzzled looked. "Ya told me that be yer name lass," she said, "or is yer head still foggy from yer ordeal?"
"No I'm sorry, but my name's Marina, not Siren," she said. "I'm not sure where you got that idea from."
"Hmm… Now that I think 'bout it," said the women, "yer speech twere tad slurred after ye tried standin."
"Your name was Miss Nix, right?" Marina asked with slight hesitation. The woman nodded and continued to speak.
"Now why don't ye start explaining what ye were doing out in a storm such as this. Yer to young to be sailin' alone lass, and ain't a ship round fer miles." The girl sat in silence as she contemplated Nixie's question. While she waited Nixie took the time to examine the girl for any injuries, which, to no surprise, there were none. Then the girl answered:
"I… I remember sailing my boat, and I got out to far," she answered timidly. "I tried to get back, but the tide was pulling me out to sea. Then the storm hit and… I don't know what happened after that."
Nixie thought about what to do with the girl when Maccus walked in. "How's the lass do–" he asked, but stopped as soon as he saw the girl. "Oh, she's awake. Well, Captain said to bring her to 'is cabin when she woke, so get on wit it." He made a hasty retreat out of the cabin.
"Well, ya 'erd 'im," Nixie said as she stood up. "Come on, time to meet the captain."
"The captain? Wait… Didn't ye say this was the Flying Dutchman? Then that means…"
"Why yes, ye about to meet Captain Davy Jones," Nixie said as she approached the door.
Marina's heart pounded. She had heard many tales about the infamous devil captain, but none compared to the stories her mother had told. She knew everything about the captain, things even the crew did not know. She had always wanted to meet the legendary heartless captain, but now that the moment had come, she could hardly move.
Nixie noted the girl's apprehension and wasn't surprised. Her captain was famous for his cruelty and used to get naughty children to behave.
"Better get movin' lass," Nixie called. "Captain doesn't take kindly ta waitin'."