Hi everyone! I must apologise, I found a flaw in this story. In the last chapter Finn was a free pirate with Burt and co, when prior he was locked up in a dungeoun. He's still in the dungeon. I can't let Finn get out that easily.
And shout out to GleekHeather123 who is eagerly awaiting this chapter.
They managed to get Kurt through the township wrapped up in a towel in a wheelbarrow. They raced him to the docks and dumped him into Puck's ship where Quinn was slumped on the deck, devouring another crystal ginger.
"Oh my god, you've got him!" She cried. Her attempt at lowering herself to the floor with dignity did not go as planned and she ended up crawling towards the collection of towels that was pulling itself free.
"Where's Blaine, we have to get Blaine." As Kurt twisted, Quinn realised that he had fins.
"You most certainly can't go anywhere like this. No wonder they had to cover you in towels." Quinn winced and hissed through her teeth as she spoke. The next moment Burt, Santana and Brittany were aboard the ship.
"They were selling him." Santana explained.
"Oh god!"
"My boy, they were trying to sell my boy." Burt clenched his chest as if he were about to collapse.
"Dad, it's ok, I'm ok." Kurt assured, making sure his lower half was covered. "Please, I appreciate you coming for me."
"I wasn't going to leave you. You owe that sealion your life."
"Oh Mercedes, yeah, she already knows. Don't remind her. Dad you have to go back for Blaine, please."
"How did you get him back?" Puck asked, testing the knots in his rope.
"Humans are easy to trick." Brittany hummed. "We traded Kurt for a trident."
"But that trident is worthless." Quinn was confused. "I thought you said you had given its power to-"
"Don't remind me." Burt cut off gruffly.
"Sea squirts, sea jellies and ghost fish." Brittany sung. "Lord Tubbington ordered his subjects to accompany me in case I needed their wisdom and advice. I know sea squirts can't actually talk but they don't like it when you put them in a pot of tea. But the ghost fish did love the feeling of being completely invisible in the water jug. I bet they are still tossing the sea jellies into the air." Brittany was talking more to herself than Burt or Kurt who were hugging each other. Quinn was battling another wave of pain. Santana smile proudly at her girlfriend listening to every word.
"Did Lord Tubbington send you any more subjects to help us save Blaine." Santana asked.
Brittany thought for a moment. "He might have a small army we could borrow."
"I'm not going anywhere without Blaine. Where's that sea witch! She can take my voice again."
"Puck, I order you to take this ship out to sea and return Kurt to the reef." Burt demanded even though Puck was not technically a mer-person the boy nodded as if it were so.
"Yes sir."
"No!"
"Kurt, trust us, alright. We got this shit!" Santana assured. "We're sirens, we eat humans for breakfast." Santana's confidence seemed to placate Kurt a little. Quinn scootched up beside him and wrapped her in a hug.
"You're huge!" Kurt gasped. "Are you smuggling a giant pearl or something?"
"Hey, don't talk to my lady like that!" Puck warned. Quinn grimaced as she moved again. Santana and Brittany hopped off the boat.
"Quinn and Puck are going to take you to the reef, alright, and you need to stay there, out of sight, somewhere safe, ok?" Burt warned. "Otherwise I'll make you listen to Rachel's one-woman performance of 'sea ballads of the humpback whale' until your ears bleed."
"Oh god, did she finish composing it?"
"Yes, son. Yes, she did. Now, can you trust me to do this?"
"I trust you." Kurt hugged his father once again, before Burt left the boat and Puck pulled him the anchor.
"The wind is in our favour. We shouldn't take to long." Puck assured as the boat began to tear away from the docks. The ship sped away at a rapid pace and soon the sight of land was well behind them.
"I don't feel so good." Quinn groaned. Her face had blanched pale and she was struggling to breath.
"You look like you're a fish that has spent too long out of water." Kurt looked mortified and concerned at the same time.
"Look whose talking." Quinn managed to grunt before screaming and clasping her belly.
"Oh, shit dude." Puck gulped, realising what was happening.
"What?" Kurt asked, "what's happening?"
"Quinn why didn't you tell me it was happening? Has your water broken?"
"This morning."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Puck was racing around the boat now, he snatched the towels that were covering Kurt and lay them on the floor, then changed his mind then threw them over Quinn without thinking.
"What's going on?" Kurt then realised how Quinn was hunching herself over and screaming into her chest. "Oh, shit, no, let me off the boat now, I'll swim the rest of the way. Kurt dragged himself to the boats edge.
"Oh no buddy, you and I are in this together. We're doing this together, dude."
"I'm the only one actually doing anything right now!" Quinn screamed again.
"I don't do the lady stuff!" Kurt screamed back, just as shrill as Quinn.
"I don't know how fish births work!"
"I hate to break it to you, but your girlfriend is not a fish!" Kurt basically grabbed Puck, shoved him to his knees and pushed him between Quinn's legs.
"It hasn't even been nine months yet? Has it?"
"Merpeople don't take so stupidly long to be born!" Quinn screamed again.
"So, our baby is going to be a fish!"
It was fortunate that the boat lurched at that exact moment, sending Puck toppling sideways otherwise Quinn's kick would have landed squarely at his jaw.
"Kurt, the winds have changed, I need to turn the sails." Puck staggered towards the mast as the boat was battered with wave upon wave.
"I don't know what to do!" Kurt screamed.
"Neither do I!" Quinn screamed back. "Just look, do you see scales yet?" Quinn lifted her dress and pointed between her legs. Kurt made a face like he had just been forced to eat a bowl full of sea-slime.
"Puck, Quinn! If you don't name this baby after me, then so help me Neptune!"
Blaine stared in front of the mirror with a newfound hope and the unshakable sense of impending doom. Perhaps it had something to do with the wedding suit he was wearing and the fact he was due to walk down the aisle in less than an hour. Yes, it definitely had something to do with that. Behind him his best man – Cooper – looked at him with grave concern. His father was also in the room and Blaine did his best to forget the man was actually there. When he was sure his father wasn't looking Blaine let himself smile. Kurt was safe, Kurt was free.
"How does this work." Mr Anderson growled, trident in his hand. He was stabbing it at the cold bowl of soup that had been Blaine's untouched breakfast. Who wants soup for breakfast anyway?
"Practice, I think." Cooper looked at the trident with confusion. They had all seen it work, tea doesn't just squirt out of a teapot. Blaine scoffed; he couldn't help it. His father had traded a merman for a metal pole.
"What was that boy?" Mr Anderson growled. He did not like being scoffed at. Blaine knew he could not say what he was thinking. Instead, he said something that he hoped would save the rest of his friends.
"I know how it works." He had no clue. "Kurt used to talk about it all the time." Kurt never mentioned a trident at all. Mr Anderson scowled as if visibly offended by the mention of Kurt's name. so, Blaine used it again. "Oh yes, Kurt told me all about it, it's a royal weapon."
"Tell me how to use it, boy." Mr Anderson was impatient. Blaine took the time to straighten his bowtie in the mirror.
"I'm not telling you anything until you release my crewmates."
"How about I hang them instead?"
"How about I make a scene on my wedding day in front of the bride and her family?" Blaine's threat was heavy, and he saw it drop his father's expression like a brick to the face.
"How dare you threaten father like that!" Cooper jabbed a finger in Blaine's direction. Blaine couldn't hide his smirk. His father assumed it was a smirk of defiance, it was actually Cooper's acting skills. Turns out Blaine could act too and jabbed a finger right back.
"I can do what I want. I've got nothing left now."
"They will be released after the wedding." Mr Anderson announced. "Then once you tell me how to use this damn thing, I'll hunt them down and kill them myself. Damn pirates."
"Fine." Blaine had one more trick up his sleeve. "Cooper go down to the dungeons and cordially invite all my crewmates to my wedding. Sam is about your height, give him a suit. He can be another groomsman." Blaine wanted the pirates to be right by his side, in plain sight and in public. His father would not make a scene if it meant scandal was associated with his reputation.
"Father?" Cooper asked for his father's permission.
"Don't give him one of your good suits." Mr Anderson growled, clenching the trident so hard he could have snapped it in half.
"So, this is what a human wedding looks like?" Brittany mused as she daintily walked around the garden hedges.
"How boring." Santana walked equally as elegant, fitting in to the crowd completely apart from their faint scent of seawater that no amount of freshwater baths could shake. The bride and groom were yet to arrive, but guests gathered with their parasols and tailored suits.
"There's only one species." Brittany agreed. Then gave Santana a sly look and added "for now." servants wandered around with trays of champagne and orange juice. Santana took one, hoping to spy Mercedes.
"Lord Tubbington says that it's not a wedding if someone doesn't get eaten or a scandal dose not come of the event."
"I am sure Lord Tubbington's wedding was quite a drama."
"He's onto his third one now, he keeps eating his wives." Brittany halted and pointed at the main altar. Beneath the rosy archway and priest stood a man they recognised as Blaine's father. Beside him was Cooper.
"Is that?" Brittany spied a blond man dressed in a sharp suit stride up the aisle.
"That's one of the pirates." Santana assured. "I would recognise those lips anywhere." Following the blond pirate was one being wheeled in a chair by a tall lanky fellow and behind him was a pirate with two peg legs that hobbled to their place up by the altar. Following them was Blaine, looking dapper in a white and golden suit.
"This way." Brittany tugged Santana towards the small quartet tuning their instruments.
"Why, good morning." Brittany announced to the collection of confused musicians. "We are here as your vocalists this evening."
"I thought it was just instrumental for the wedding march." The violinist asked.
"Special request from the groom." Santana smiled. "Trust me, when you hear our voices, you will know why." She winked and flirted. The violinist was dazed and spoke no more.
"Now all we need to do is wait for the bride." Brittany whispered.
"Which one would you eat first?" Santana whispered back. It was a game they often played to pass the time.
"Eat the blond first."
"I would save him for dessert."
"Do I have to eat the wheels on the wheelchair one? Because I don't want to do that."
"It classifies as an artificial limb and remember we said that we don't have to eat those. Remember that time you broke a tooth on that glass eye?"
"My fang still isn't quite right." Brittany tested her tooth with her tongue. "Is it time to save the day yet?"
"Not yet girls." A voice behind them muttered. The girls were stunned to find Mercedes prying into their conversation, one arm serving cocktails while the other was kept in her apron which smelt oddly fishy.
"Why?"
"Not all the… guests have arrived yet." Mercedes winked and said no more.
"We've been told the bride is about to arrive soon." A guest tapped the violinist on the shoulder. Santana sneered then remembered to fake smile. The woman looked like she had not laughed since she was a guppy.
"Thankyou mam." Santana replied and cleared her voice. "You ready baby?" then the music began to play, and the bridal march began.
When the music began to play, Blaine felt his stomach twist itself into an impossible knot. the screech of the violins resonated with the breaking of his heartstrings, knowing that this was happening. His father in the front row with that stupid trident. but his friends were right beside him. he grabbed Sam hand and took in a breath.
"I'm here for you dude." Sam whispered, "We'll get out of this."
"Is this everyone left?" Blaine asked, looking at what had to be the most miss matched of groomsmen ever.
"Yeah, Mercy got everyone out. Is she seeing anyone?"
"Not the time, Sam."
"Do you have the ring?" Cooper asked.
"That's your job." Blaine hissed back.
"I thought I had the ring, but I found this in my pocket instead." Cooper pulled out two bunches of cotton. "What the hell are these for?"
Blaine knew exactly what these were for. He turned towards the orchestra where the two sirens were just waiting for their vocals to begin.
"Sirens." Blaine hissed down his line of groomsmen. He hoped like all hell that Mercedes had managed to put ear plugs in all their pockets.
"Coop, put them in your ears. Subtly, scratch the side of your head so Father doesn't see." Blaine ordered. Along with the line of groomsmen who just happened to have an itch either side of their head. Then the bride revealed herself. Blaine felt a little sorry for her. He had not seen her in years. She had probably been told some lie by his father, or worse, not told anything at all and she had been forced into this just as much as he had. What if she was obsessed with him and truly, madly in love?
None of it mattered anyway, not when Santana and Brittany began to sing. The rows of people, they all turned their hands from the centre aisle, to the right to the musicians. Then, the people began to scramble, and stumble over themselves.
"Now!" Brittany called out to no one and suddenly the floor was alive with crabs and crustaceans. All the people that had been scrambling towards the musicians were now jumping and hopping around in circles.
"Go, go, go!" Sam pulled at Blaine's arm. They had to get everyone out of here. The crew and the boys raced down through the manicured gardens.
Blaine did not look back; he did not know where his father was. He had no clue how Santana and Brittany had acquired so many god-damn crustaceans. It did not matter, all that mattered was that he was wheeling Artie through the front gates of the Anderson mansion while Sam and Finn were hauling Captain Beiste across their shoulders.
"Where the hell are we going?" Artie asked, pulling his ear plugs out.
"The docks." Beiste replied. "If anyone is going to help us, they will be there."
"Blaine! Watch out!" Cooper called; he had stayed behind. Blaine turned. He saw his brother behind them, far behind, still on the gravel road where the wedding carts had been parked. What Blaine did not see was his father scrambling away from the siren sounds, the further away he moved, the less under the siren spell he became.
"GO!" Blaine screamed, standing between his father and his friends.
"Father, no!" Cooper screamed. Mr Anderson closed the distance between them, the trident raised above him. Cooper tried to stop it. Blaine ran as fast as he could. The trident flew through the air like a spear, Blaine turned, the trident caught the back of his leg, sending him straight to the ground with a thud. Blaine screamed. The crew stopped and watched Blaine, impaled by a trident and bleeding out on the grass.