"You, however, are a very unlucky woman. Or merwoman, whichever you'd prefer."
She giggled, her hand waving him off, as she perched on the side of the wooden plank, her green tail lightly swaying side to side, like the tail of a cat. Her fingers twirled around locks of her red hair, a smile dancing on her lips at his compliments, as he fished them out one by one with light humor, the quirk of his eyebrows and the glint of his bottle adding to his charismatic charm. "Mermaid," she told him. "I'm Ariel."
Paring:. Ariel x CaptainJackSparrow
Shipping Name:. Jariel
It had all begun on a lightly sea-misted day. Captain had begun scouring the deck, his bottle in hand, his eyebrows furrowed as he stumbled lightly, evidently confused as he held a hand above his head, to shield his eyes from the sun.
"You all know nothing about the sea temples," he said, to apparently no one.
"Capt'n?" It was Gibbs, who had raised up from his crouched position beneath the masses, ropes in a circle in front of his knees, dirt smudged above his eyebrows as he looked at his Captain, who was now testing the wind with his finger, sticking it in and out of his mouth, repeatedly.
He paused, and then looked over at Gibbs. "Atlantica, mate," he said, swinging his bottle with a flourish of his hand, a movement in sync with his hips. He twirled, lightly, his hands spread out as he motioned towards the sea, gripping onto a rope, tittering slightly, as he crawled his way up onto the side of the boat. "You see, all over the earth people have come, looking for this legendary place—" he turned, lounging back against the ropes, raising his bottle as if in a toast—"but to no avail, never finding it." He took a swig, his eyes rolling, before continuing. He motioned towards Gibb, his voice lowering, charmingly. "All you and me have to do is find it, and then—then nothing but the sea is the limit. All this earth, ours to explore, with the aid of the trident." He said this word, trident, with his eyes widening, his arms spreading out, his head rolling on his shoulders, as he glanced back over at the side of the boat and grinned.
"Beg pardon, capt'n," Gibbs interrupted, his left eye squinting, "but, uh.. how are you going to go about findin' Atlantica, if none be found it yet?"
Captain nodded towards him, an exaggerated dip of his head as his lips twitched, his pupils huge. He wagged his finger, taking another swig.
"That—that be a very good question, Mr. Gibbs," he paused, before glancing over at the sea.
"Look!" He ordered, taking a step up onto the actual side of the boat, arms spread out for balance, as he walked across it, tittering, towards the other end, talking along on the way.
"If none be found it yet, then it is still there left to find," he turned, leaning up against the ropes on the other mass. "And if it is still there left to find, than all we need do is find where we haven't looked, and look there to find it, since it obviously hasn't been found yet," Gibb's eyebrows scrunched even tighter, confused.
Captain's eyes widened again, and he took another drink, staggering down the side of the mass. Turning, he looked towards the ocean.
"Oi, there!" He called out, loudly, waving towards the ocean, his voice echoing his 'oi there,' again and again, over and over, far off into the distance.
"If you needn't be found yet, do not worry! We shall find you soon enough!" He laughed, taking another drink off bottle, before continuing, his arms swaying in front of him, like he was about to explain some sort of point. "And when we have found you, there will be plenty of time for celebrations later, since you will have been found, and there for, no longer unfound. For I, Captain Jack Sparrow, am ruler of the sea, and the black pearl, and treasure is what I also rule, just not at this present point in time."
The guy with the wooden eye, and his short friend, whose idea it was to mop the boat, both watched and stared as Captain shouted off into the distant, talking to absolutely no one.
"I think Captain has been acting a bit strange," said the wooden eyed man, watching as said Captain staggered, almost falling of the boat, obviously too intoxicated by his rum to be walking around safely on the sides of a swaying ship, far above the sea water.
The short one gave him a look, his eyes saying it all. "Stranger." He corrected, obviously irritated.
The other one nodded. "Captain has always been a bit strange," he says, as if he's known him for a long, long time. "It's one of his redeeming qualities."
The short one rolls his eyes at this. "And what would you know about redeeming qualities?" He asks this like a rhetorical question, obviously not wanting, expecting, or asking for an answer.
The other one doesn't know this, though. He pauses, for a moment, before saying, "Enough to know that you ain't got none."
The short one hit him on the head with his mop, a thick 'whack' sounding.
"Ow. That hurt." He complained, rubbing his head where he'd been hit. "I think that's gun'a bruise."
"It was supposed to hurt, you mongrel."
Suddenly, the shortest man of all shouted, very loudly, "Naked lady in the water!"
Every head on the ship snapped towards him, who was waving out towards the water. Gibb stumbled towards Captain, his fingers on the rope he'd been messing with early, his heart pounding.
"Orders, Capt'n?" Captain Jack Sparrow, eyes narrowed, paused for a moment, before saying, "Get me my telescope."
Almost immediately, the crew sprang into action.
"Get Capt'n Jack's telescope!" One bellowed, his hand waving as one of the men bustled down into Capt'n Jack's study. Seconds later, he returned, empty-handed. "It ain't ha're!" He shouted, his hands spread out in front of him. Captain Jack Sparrow jumped to the rescue.
"It's all right!" He said, waving. "I'll just swim." He turned, standing up on the side of the boat, his hands positioned to form that of a dive.
"Cap't!" Gibbs shouted, alarmed, but it was too late. A splash filled the air, and his form disappeared from view. Every personage on the boat ran to the side, and leaned over to see better. His head popped to the surface of the water a moment later, well-guided arm strokes as he swam towards the half-naked lady, who was perched on a rock, staring at them all curiously. Of course, Captain Jack was drunk, so it took a lot of effort to figure out which direction to swim in, let all alone how to swim at all. For the first few minutes, he did nothing but swim around in circles, before going back the wrong way. Someone had to shout out to him that he was, in fact, swimming back towards the boat, the opposite direction of the maiden. Of course, Jack is Jack, and very unconvincingly said, "I meant to do that."
No one commented.
"Fear not, young maiden," he called, over the large waves rolling towards him. "I will save thee!" He approached the rock, and crawled upon it, dropping for a moment to catch his breathe. He smiled up at her, his eyes instantly landing on her torso, which wasn't naked, but clad in purple seashells. A grin spread across his face, his fingers flexing, his eyes glued to her rather enormous, large breasts, which were so very lightly covered, bunched up like a package of coconuts on display for his enjoyment. He couldn't wipe the smile of his cheeks.
"Would you like to come aboard my ship?" He asked her, his eyes flickering towards his pearl. Ariel knew she was never to be spotted by humans, much less converse with them, but having been secretly watching the dashing young pirate for quite a while, the chance of talking to him was proving rather difficult to resist. After all, she was running away from home. Her kingdom no longer respected her, after publicly disgracing her father by refusing to marry that ugly merman.
She had her sights set on the lovely Captain Jack Sparrow anyway, so the idea of marrying someone else was rather ridiculous. The dream of running away and falling madly in love had lasted throughout her entire childhood, and now, the man she had recently found and grown to admire, was currently within her reach. Soon, her fins would disappear anyway – three days, to be exact. Ursula's magic potion would finally take effect by then. She'd traded part of her youth, her life to gain the ability to become human. And if he were to marry her, she would be allowed to stay human. If not, for everyday that they were not married, after she gained human feet, a year of her life would be stripped away and given to Ursula.
The ending of the first day was approaching near, and whatever head start she could get was what currently mattered the most. After all, the years she would get to spend with him, happily ever after, depended upon a quick marriage. She smiled at him, her red hair spinning in the wind. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well," she said, her beautiful blue eyes staring deep into his brown. She wanted to stroke his face, to feel the greasy, dirt-covered surface of his cheeks, to stroke his hair lovingly, to kiss him. It was an odd desire, for she had certainly never felt such a desire for anyone of her own kind. But, then again, she had always known she'd be destined for humanity, so why not her love, as well? She smiled, her eye lashes fluttering, as she accepted his hand, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks as his golden teeth gleamed at her, dirty and partially black.
Her childhood fantasy of being a young maiden on a ship was about to become true. All she had to do was win the heart of this striking, young, greasy pirate!
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