A/N: Flashbacks will happen on the next chapter. It will show what really happened when Captain Sparrow and her crew arrived at Isla Sirena. For the mean time, I give you my very special mermaid. Guess who? ;)

The steady waves of the ocean put Jane at ease. Sheltered in a boat, she hoped for safety as the night grew darker. Fog battled against cold air but she remained untamed, ignoring the goosebumps on her skin.

Whitecap Bay or what once was. The horror speaks its name. On why Captain Sparrow had chosen that path, no one would ever know—except for the sole purpose of seeing a mermaid. The idea was foolish, but her decisions deserved respect. When did she fail the crew anyway?

She instructed Master Gibbs to take care of the Pearl and took care of it, he did. The anchor fell down at a distance as she left alone. She didn't think of bringing any men, knowing what awaits. She showed compassion and mistrust. She wasn't expecting them to survive knowing what their desires were.

"To death and what lies ahead, father." She whispered to herself as she pulled out the dusty old flute Galateia had given to her. Danger was yet to come and she had to do what was foretold so she started playing a song she knew so well. Hours passed by and her jaw was strained from the long and drawn out breaths she used for the instrument to function.

All of a sudden, she heard a splash— a sound that would make itself known if you lowered your hands and caress the waters aggressively. Having a dozen of lanterns in the longboat made it difficult to see what's out there— darkness, doom.

She kept the ember inside her pocket, enveloped in a black cloth that would prevent it from glowing.

She played the flute again, anything to kill the deafening silence. This time there was a voice singing along with the rusty melody. It was almost a whisper of a song, yet it echoed.

If I had but an hour of love

If that be all that is given me

An hour of love upon this earth

I would give my love to thee

And there she was—the Blue Tail, emerging from the depths of the sea. Her skin was bathed in dying light, hair a darker shade of blonde, nose so perfectly pointed, lips yearning and open and the fairest pair of green eyes Jane had ever seen. She was breathtaking—truly, a wonder of the world.

It was nothing like the parcels or the books. Her men's stories wouldn't even suffice— stories of grim and tragedy. How could you fear something so beautiful? That she asked herself.

The damned creature gazed at her, trying to see what's beyond the shadows. Jane's façade was still a mystery unraveled, therefore the mermaid assumed she was a man.

Arista, her name was. She would wander every night to kill. That be her nature, but that be her curse. Wrath for mankind was placed in her heart long before she was born. It was from her mother— a broken soul, a siren. She didn't know much about where she came from, only what she was to become. She was taught and she observed the ways of men which strengthened her urge to lure them to death throughout the years.

"Do you have a name?" Jane cleared her throat, clearly smitten.

The mermaid answered with another question. She tilted her head, a gesture of observation. She needed to see if there was a trap. Surely, someone wouldn't cross these waters for nothing. This island was her home and it had a reputation.

"Are you alone?"

She was not to be called as she was never to be seen. Yet there she was, looking at her possible prey—a pirate, a captain, a woman.

"Aye…"

"Show yourself." Arista pleaded, confused with the sound of her voice. It was rough and deep like white sand inside the lagoon of Victorino. She had been there.

Jane replied, taking off her cap. She learned forward, letting her face be bathed with light. "I am Jane. Jane Spa—"

That very moment took the creature by surprise. She never expected a woman to be at sea, especially this woman—who looked awfully familiar. She heard the rumors of Jack Sparrow having a daughter, but she thought the girl was well kept and was a commoner. A small part of her was impressed that the woman decided to be like Jack—a pirate. She wondered why, studying the maiden's face. With a tail and such grace, you could be one of us, she Arista had never seen anyone like her before. Jane had dark locks, half were braided and half were dreaded. She had colored beads and feathers… all sorts of things that a female pirate would have for an accessory. Arista didn't understand her thick clothes, or how she could breathe in them—especially that corset. Humans were just so different. Women, for that matter, were so different.

"I know who you are Capitana. Your father's blood runs through your veins although such beauty would not be of his. You seek your own grave in my home. You must leave." She warned Jane. She didn't think she would be able to seduce her, making it a hard kill if such murder was going to happen.

"No. Les pido confianza. Trust is what I seek. There be no harm as I don't mean any. The decision is yours." The brunette said firmly, taking out the ember, handing it out. It was a rare offering for mermaids. To be given one would mean an endearment, a pedestal so high Arista wouldn't have the power to refuse which enrages her more.

She exposed herself, claiming the gift with one hand and grabbing both sides of Jane's face with the other, her nails digging into the pirate's cheeks on purpose. She brought the lass closer, instilling her fiery rage as she knew this was the beginning of the binding ritual—something she wouldn't be able to control no matter how hard she tried.

"You ask for too much and you have so little to give, Captain. Do not waste my breath." She whispered coldly against Jane's lips before professing her kiss. It was far from tender, clearly done out of anger. Still it had the same effect—it prevented her from drowning.

Disappointing as it was, Arista's lips tasted like salt water, but it was the bitter emotion that lingered at the tip of Jane's tongue. She let herself be dragged under after feeling the mermaid's breath in her mouth before getting the opportunity to return the kiss. Being able to breathe under the sea was exquisite, yet the freezing temperature made her scared. Darkness embraced them and there were shadows of other creatures, waiting for their chance—chance to aim at her. The only thing that wasn't keeping her blind was the witch's ember around the Arista's neck. It shone like the stars in the arms of the lonely night.

Captain Sparrow had lasso around her wrists and ankles, preventing her escape. It was slimy and tight. She was floating but she was held tightly by the waist. The mermaid's hand felt like claws on her back. Arista was an irony deep down under. Ivory skin was replaced by glittering scales, you couldn't almost recognize her face. She was to be considered monstrous, however her eyes remained green and human-like, giving Jane the slightest bit of comfort.

Extreme pain was part of the ritual. The brunette wanted to be trusted. If ever she felt anything, it wouldn't be fear.

She was vulnerable.

The verdant-eyed creature began wrapping her long tail around the pirate's legs, as if she were the snake of the sea. The edges of her fins pierced like needles, making Jane squirm uncontrollably.

Without warning, she felt a snapping bite on her neck. The mermaid's fangs felt like small knives. Blood was literally seeping through her veins, causing Arista to suck hard. It was common knowledge that merfolk liked to devour on people, drinking their blood even. Jane's blood tasted sweet on her tongue, nothing compared to the metallic taste in a man's mouth.

The horror of the situation made her weak. She was about to lose the remainder of her consciousness when she could feel her heartbeat in her ears. Her neck throbbed with pain. The venom must be taking effect, she thought.

And just when she started regretting the trouble she got herself into, her eyes closed voluntarily. Her body gave up, falling completely at the mermaid's mercy.

Hunger. That was the only thing Arista ever felt every stroke of midnight. She was a lost soul. Not being able to have a past she could recall was hard, but she kept moving on just like the others with the purpose to kill. Mermaids were led to believe that they were soldiers of the sea; that they ought to protect creatures unknown to man. And if they ever dared to seek what was unseen, unraveled, death would lie upon them. Arista felt more of a slave than a soldier, like she was literally bound to do the same things over and over again. To take a life that wasn't hers— it was natural. But the feeling afterwards wasn't.

Many years had passed since she had witnessed the fall of Whitecap Bay. The Mermaid Isles, it was now called. Very little was covered with land and sand. Men from a ship that breathed fire destroyed it. Lives were lost ruthlessly. Sometimes, cries of despair were still heard. Still, Arista chose to stay. Despite the fact that most of the others left, she chose to protect the only thing that made her whole—her home.

The stars were aligned nicely when she swam. She was fond of looking at it, if given the chance. She'd sit behind rocks and dried corals. She'd hide behind her friend too—another creature of the sea.

A circle of dim light caught her eye up above. The ocean was like blurry glass, used to trace vessels filled with human beings. The one she saw was rather small though.

She let herself be drawn where her skin met cold air. She heard a wonderful melody and decided to sing along. She had often wondered where those beautiful songs came from.

Dark eyes met hers for the first time. Her stomach slightly grumbled and her mouth watered at the sight of this human before her, whom she assumed, was a pirate.

It was to her surprise that that person turned out to be a woman—and not just any woman. It was Jack Sparrow's daughter. She delighted at the thought, thinking of many ways to end the maiden's life until Jane started speaking words of trust and brought out that one splendid thing that disarmed the mermaid.

She hated Jane's courage and she hated how Jane knew how to ask. She had no choice but to give in. Their lips met too, but momentarily. The pirate was warm as expected. However, the next few events weren't. Arista lost total control of her body. It had done things she wouldn't approve of until she found herself enjoying the taste of Jane's blood. Oh how lovely it could've been if fate allowed her to take another bite. If she could just tear the creature in front of her into pieces, make a meal out of her.

Fate was unkind.