Golds or Tails
2. Part of your World (i)
The thunderstorm hits the ship and the waves crash and break against each other.
"I might have been a tad wrong!" Blue shouts over the howling winds as she and Squirtle get tossed around the churning currents.
[Perhaps!] Squirtle almost shrieks, taking shelter in his shell.
Blue struggles against the push of the waves, breaking through the surface of the ocean, only to see the ship caving in under the onslaught of the pelting rain and lightning. Her heart sinks along with its hull, all the treasures now lost to the deep blue. She spots the tiny figures of the sailors hanging onto the remaining buoyant parts of the grand boat whose name had been Anne. They would get to their land, no problem; it was only half an hour's swim away for her.
Then, she hears the splashing of clumsy human limbs, and her gaze falls on the sight of the handsome sailor with the green eyes. Without any shipwreck to hang onto, he looks rather desperate. Blue watches him for a moment, until he stops fighting and is engulfed by a cumbersome wave. When he doesn't resurface for a few seconds, she shrugs to herself and swims towards the drowning boy.
She manages to haul him back to the beach, him being conveniently unconscious for duration of the trip.
When he's sputtering out water and gasping for breath, Blue feels him all over to check for any loose gold or fancy trinkets. While he does have a nice set of arms, his pockets are empty and terribly wet, and she's mostly disappointed by her catch. Then, she notices the glass pendant hanging around his neck. Her eyes widen, and she knows she's found true love in this man.
She works a hand on the pendant and tries to figure out how to take it off without severing his head. Then again, there is a particularly sharp piece of plank stuck in the sand not too far away. However, the man is already regaining his consciousness and her hand is still grasped firmly around the pendant, and she doesn't have enough time to escape. What action will make her look the most pure?
A wingull swoops down onto a nearby rock, and she looks at him for suggestions.
[Trying singing!] the bird squawks. Blue doesn't have time to give him a sour look for stereotyping mermaids.
She starts belting out the first song in her head, about pirates and scurvy. His eyes are blurring in and out of focus, and oh the poor boy must be falling in love with her beauty because he's staring at her with such a glazed, distant look on his face.
"Mind… getting off? I can't breathe," he coughs out. "And could you stop singing? My head's throbbing."
Blue is very taken aback.
She disappears with a firm splash into the sea, smirking an 'oops' when her tail fin slaps the boy clean across his face in the process.