The Song of Sirens

Randy Cunningham, a mystery to the pirates and a nuisance to his fellow sirens. He was lazy, obnoxious and was incredibly arrogant. He preferred hanging out with his best friend and cause idiotic stunts which bring him to situations far beyond his control, such as right now. Where he was tested for his bravery and skill prowess in a bet for the last fish chip.

The tyrian haired boy broke the surface, glancing around and finally landing on a solitary ship about kilometer away from shore. He looked down, meeting the mischievous and expectant eyes of his best friend, Howard. "You giving up, Cunningham?"

"No." He said, determined.

He looked ahead, groaning in frustration, staring at the ship, before diving back into the water, intending to swim closer to the ship. He abruptly stopped when a splash caused by a massive object, a smaller ship—a boat, broke the surface. He hid behind a rock, making sure to not be seen. He caught sight of two silhouettes, paddling silently, causing gentle ripples. He bit his lip, thinking and weighing his choices.

He looked down at his tail, bright purple, roughly the same color of his hair swinging around in the water just waiting be used. This was a stupid bet, no denying that. But he was fourteen, he only lived once, might as well make the most of it. He shook his head, frowning before diving down, causing a splash that caught one of the men's attention. He watched as the other started swiveling around, searching around for who made the noise. Randy gulped but continued on with his plan. He swam closer, almost at the edge of the boat, leaning almost haphazardly at the edge when he opened his mouth and sang.

His voice alone would have caught the attention of any human, with or without a melody accompanying it. The sound of his song should cause the man to follow him, jump off the boat like an obedient meal. Or that's what they say in class when he actually listens.

Listen to my melody

Oh, you seem quite sleepy

Then follow me

And you'll dream happily

His eyes clouded, a clear sign that the song was starting to work. Just a little bit more, and he would show Howard.

Trust your heart

Hope to bear

Hold my hand

And I'll guide you there

The man stood, in a daze, a boot on the rim of the boat, making it tilt slightly. His companion turned to him, his brown eyes clear as day. Confusion and fear washed over him. Why didn't it work?! The other man was quick at work, jumping to his feet, his brown eyes fixed him with a glare. Metal connected against metal, a shrill sound that would send the average person running.

His voice started to turn strained when he felt something cold press onto his throat—a sword. He gulped, his mouth turning dry and his eyes screwing shut. A pirate, the most notorious criminals in the seven seas. They were ruthless, disgusting and crude, but their captains were more cunning, more greedy. Their thirst for money and fame made them the perfect victims to their song.

He stared at his recovering victim and his companion, knowing full well that a cold metal pressed against his vocal chords. A little more pressure and he would be sea foam. He bit the inside of his cheek, eyebrows furrowing and he thought of a way out of this. Smooth talk? Worth a try.

"We could, you know, talk this out. Man to fish?" He suggested, but any kind of bargaining was met with more pressure on the blade. He gulped, the man was clearly no amateur if he was confident enough to even step into siren territory. Or he could be incredibly stupid. Either that or he was terrible at smooth talking his way out.

"Gag him and tie him up." His victim, now fully recovered, nodded. He was pulled inside, dirty cloth shoved in his mouth and rough ropes around his wrists. He pouted, tugging on his bonds uselessly, it only made the bonds more uncomfortable as it burnt his skin painfully.

"I wonder how much a siren would cost in the black market," The one of the pirates mused, watching the siren's sloppy attempt at escape. He watched as the more superior pirate, he quickly got disgusted with the other one, removed a pair of ear plugs from his ears and pocketed it for later. 'Ear plugs, of course.' He thought glumly.

"Captain, what are we going to do with, you know?" He was right there, you know. The captain thought for a moment, staring at him as he did so. Randy squirmed a bit under the intense gaze of the red head. "We can't make him into sushi, no one will know. Mm, I wonder what siren sushi tastes like!"

"No, absolutely not," the captain sighed, shaking his head while rubbing his temples in frustration. "You cannot make siren sushi... That's a stupid idea."

"We'll have food for at least a week," the man glanced him, a small tugging at the corner of his lips. "Even if he looks like he's made of only skin and bones." Randy pouted and made an irritated sound. He wasn't that thin!

"Never mind that, keep paddling," the captain said, seeming to already be at his wit's end at this point.

"Aye, aye captain!" The man smirked, mocking him, but did what he was told anyway.

They arrived at the side of the ship, some parts of which was painted red and black and looming cannons shadowed above threateningly at him. The pirate stopped the boat in front of a ladder that hung at the side of the ship. He called out to some of his crewmen, a plump man who somehow reminded him of Howard and a slender man with a stiff composure.

"Woah," an incredulous look shone at the more excitable one of the pair, which was the Howard one. "Is that a siren?!" He leaned closer, almost haphazardly too close, to get a better look at him, and whether to see if he was real.

"Yes, Plop Plop. Now go," Randy's laughter came out muffled and almost completely silenced, going over the head of said crewman who was being scolded by his companion, or rather, his superior. "Get the ropes. We'll be bringing them up." Plop Plop nodded dutifully then scurried over to the ropes, grabbing some and flinging them over his shoulder.

It took them a few moments before they were lifted up and onto the deck of the ship. Many looked at him curiously, others in awe, and there was also the one he was most used to seeing, fear. And consequently that was the same look he gave them under a stupid and determined facade, looking at the blades and the guns at their hips. Without his voice and his limbs, he was completely useless. His tail flopped uselessly on dry land, and he looked pitifully at it.

"Get me some tea, and maybe a tub big enough for the siren," the captain ordered them, his voice calm and his eyes neutral. The practiced poise of someone that hid many secrets, of course he was Randy so the only thing he questioned was why the juice the man had tea on board? He only knew of tea because of the many things dumped into the sea and gets washed off at the shores. Tea was one of them. "Bring him to my quarters. A creature this dangerous needs to be closely watched."

The crew dispersed, some looking for the necessary items requested by their captain. The tub finally came and he was brought inside, his bonds finally removed and his body completely crammed inside. He looked pathetically at the gag stuffed in his mouth, frowning upon realization that the captain, as well as his two other crewmen including another one he has never seen before, were looking at him curiously. They turned away, giving him ample time to remove the revolting gag. He glanced at the sword at the captain's hip, his hand laying at the hilt innocently enough.

"We should reach port in a week," the blonde man stated, watching Randy free his tail to just hang off to the side. The captain nodded, sipping his tea casually. "Shouldn't you keep his hands tied?"

"He's a fish out of water, he'll die before getting off this boat," he explained between small sips. "Besides, if he tries, he'll find my sword inside him." Randy pursed his lips. Did he mean in the metal sword way or—? He blushed a little, realizing where his thoughts went to.

"Seven more days and we'd be legends! Well, bigger than now anyways." Plop Plop said to his apparent superior.

Seven more days in this ship. Seven more days until he'll most probably be sold for the benefit of his captors. So not bruce.

To be continued...

Hello guys, so yeah this used to be a stand alone fic, but I thought "hey it looks good as a two shot lol, why not here?" So here you go. This story should be two to three shot in here, but will be considered a one shot because I'm too lazy to write it completely so it'll be split into three parts... If you're not okay with that, then idk with you.

Also, really bad song-writing! I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THAT.

Disclaimer: Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja does not belong to me! If it did, there wouldn't be any ridiculous slang.