The Ocean Blue

by MethodicEarth

In the world of mermaids, pirates, and magic, a mermaid must travel across the oceans in order to save her mate from being sold by pirates as an attraction. However, a kink is thrown into her plan when she herself is picked up by a pirate. How will she manage to survive long enough to rescue her mate before it's too late? Warning for mild swearing, swashbuckling action.

11. In all the wrong places

The others were surprisingly quick to catch on. Granted, at least half of them were trained professionally. As we crept to the top deck, they scavenged what they could for weapons from areas forgotten by the men in battle. Soon enough, everyone was armed. Even I had a fairly nice spear crafted from a broom handle and an abandoned sword. Taking a quick count of heads to double check, I led the other thirteen Merpeople to the battle.

It was like swimming into a hurricane. Swords were clashing and men screaming, effortlessly making complete chaos. The Pirates on our side were almost indistinguishable from Allistair's crew. As planned, the other Merpeople went off in their mated pairs. Grabbing Lovino's hand, I looked at him to see if he was ready. Giving me a nod, the two of us rushed to assist Kirkland's crew. We barely got two steps out when I spotted Ren attempting to take on two men at once. Dragging Lovino with me, I rushed to his aid.

Piercing one of the men with my makeshift spear, the distracted partner proved to be an easy target for Ren to finish off. He gave me a questioning look, gesturing to Lovino with confusion. "Ren, this is my mate," I rushed out, "Proper introductions can be done later. Where is Kirkland?" A moment passed as Ren processed my words. Turning his attention to an oncoming enemy, he pointed absentmindedly towards the Silent Siren.

I started dragging Lovino towards the familiar ship. It was honestly fairly easy to slip past the fighting pirates. I don't know why, but I just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with Kirkland. His familiar figure in my head was filled with worry, fear, anger, and tinges of regret and defeat. Hurrying across the thin board connecting the two ships, I slashed at everyone who got in my way. Lovino managed to keep up, fending off people from behind with his own sword.

I spotted the blond mess that I had never gotten to feel, clumped together in places with blood and water. He was in a deadlock with Allistair, though it looked like they were evenly matched. I carved my way to Kirkland, ignoring the screams and foreign blood in favor of an inexplicable urge to protect Kirkland. When I made it to the two brothers, I was stopped by Carriedo. The other battles had all but finished, both decks covered in bodies and blood. The only ones really still fighting were the two Kirklands, their vibrant eyes locked on each other invariably. And by the looks on their faces, they wouldn't be stopping any time soon.