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hiddendreamer67 · 3 years

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Giant Mers are Good Mers

That's right, it's MerMay baby! Introducing my new bois. Caspian is a giant siren with influences of Mediterranean monk seals and leopard seals. Beckett is a lil' human who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. This piece is a completed oneshot, but I've got a couple ideas for more oneshots with this pairing, including a few ideas for alternate universes (especially after seeing all the fun @ibis-gt seems to be having with AUs of their bois).

Word count: 6,001

Initial prompt idea: human was taken by a giant siren but then let go (on a whim / siren got bored) but human doesn’t know why they were spared so they come back to thank the siren. The siren doesn’t even remember doing that because it was such an insignificant event to them, but now it’s interesting because humans never came on their own.

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Beckett had always been a simple fellow. He grew up in WhiteBridge, on a small town farm with his three older sisters picking on him ceaselessly. While he loved WhiteBridge and its quaint charms, Beck found his true passion in books, and studied at Oxford for several years before scouring the globe for his passion. In his quest for knowledge, Beckett chose to join a month-long excursion out at sea, and found himself regretting that decision a few weeks later.

“Steady on there.” One of the sailors, Michelle, handed him a pair of earplugs. “You’ll need these where we’re going.”

Beckett eyed the little pieces of foam dubiously. “And just where might that be?”

“Siren territory.”

Beck hardly believed in such fairy tales, but to calm the sailor’s superstitions he inserted the plugs as instructed. Siren tales aside, Beckett found himself growing as twitchy as the sailors. The coastline hadn’t been visible for ages due to a large amount of fog accumulation. The stormy skies were foreboding as well, indicating that proper precautions would need to be taken. This far north, the weather reports often indicated rocky waves far beyond what should be normal.

Would Beckett sink, out here in the middle of nowhere? Was that to be his fate? The young man began to fret, hastening to make himself useful as the first rolls of thunder sounded off and the waves grew steadily higher.

And then, he heard it. Beckett paused, arms slack on the rope as he attempted to hear that haunting melody. Was the weather playing tricks on him, or was someone calling out to him.

“BECK! EARS!”

Beckett blinked, stunned to find himself standing on the slippery railing. When did he get up here? Beck hastened to climb down, noticing the rest of the crew had their hands firmly clasped over their ears, even with the ear plugs inserted.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough. Even with the double protection, the voice grew in volume, its booming voice penetrating into their heads. Every single person on board fell victim to its call, the ship’s captain turning the wheel to head towards the beckoning beast. Beckett climbed back up to the railing, plunging overboard into the crashing waves.

With a sputter, Beckett fought to keep his breath, legs kicking desperately against the current. Even in his desperate survival state, the voice called to him, and instinctively Beckett swam in the right direction to answer its call.

Every time the voice paused to take a breath, Beck would regain control for only a moment, his heart pounding as his fate flashed before his eyes with nothing to be done about it. Between one blink and the next, the sky grew darker, a looming shape breaching in the distance. Another blink, and Beckett’s face lost all complexion staring up at his demise.

A great sea serpent, half man half beast, towered with its human half over the pitiful human. With a single shift of its body, the beast created waves that threatened to pull Beck under. Those sharp features and piercing blue eyes were unforgettable, and subconsciously Beck realized this was the last face he would ever see.

Another blink. This time, when the serpent let out a hum, Beckett remained conscious but still out of his own control. His body was lax but his mind manic. The siren reached for him, slimy claws surrounding his form and making Beck shudder as he was raised 50 feet in the air in seconds. Beckett whimpered, coughing out sea water as his gaze was drawn down to the siren’s lips. The creature grinned and revealed its razor-sharp fangs. Taking a deep breath in, the siren revealed the cavernous depths beyond as it prepared to inhale its next meal.

Beckett pleaded nonsense pitifully, tears pouring down his cheeks as the haunting nothingness washed over his mind yet again. Would he even wake once more? Was the beast merciful enough to let Beckett go in his sleep?

When Beckett woke up, he thought he was dead.

He squinted, the sun too bright for his eyes. The sun? What happened to the storm? Stranger yet, the water that had soaked him to the bone was no more. Beck was dry, wrapped in blankets in a stranger’s bed.

“You’re awake.”

Beckett turned his head, his sore muscles protesting the movement. Beside him sat an older looking fellow, hair greying with age. “Who’re you?”

“The name’s Seymour.” Seymour introduced himself. “And who’re you?”

“Beck.” Beckett’s voice felt like he hadn’t spoken in days. “Am I dead?”

“No, but you tried awful hard.” Seymour assured him. “Found you passed out on the shore two days ago. Guessin’ you were part of some shipwreck? Though there wasn’t much wreckage to be found. Awfully impressive for you to have swam that far.”

Is that what happened? Beck frowned, trying to parse out the details. His body ached something terrible. He did remember swimming for a great distance. Had the siren all been a strange vision of his adrenaline-infused thoughts?

“...huh.” Beck settled back into the pillows, looking up at the ceiling. “I… didn’t know I could do that.”

“Well that, or an angel saved you.” Seymour chuckled. “You’re one lucky soul.”

Beck squinted in thought. If that’s what angels looked like, he could understand why all biblical depictions had humans cowering in fear.

(...was it an angel?)

Beckett spent some of the most confusing weeks of his life recovering from the shipwreck. Even as his physical form healed, Beck couldn’t seem to wrap his mind around the events that transpired that night. He couldn’t get the notion out of his head that the giant sea serpent was real. It had all felt so lifelike, the claws and the fish breath and the dark melodious tones that haunted his dreams…

Seymour was kind enough to open his home to Beck, offering the traumatized lad a position maintaining his lighthouse while Beckett still fought to gather his wits. “Yer’ not the first.” Seymour assured him with a chuckle. “It’s no water off my back if you want to keep me company while you figure things out.”

You’re not the first. Beckett had cleared his throat, wanting to address that thought. “The other people who wash up on shore… did they ever… see anything?”

Seymour raised a patient eyebrow. “What do you mean, seen? Figure you lot have all seen a lot, what with the wreckage.”

“No, I mean, out at sea.” Beck felt foolish, twiddling his thumbs a bit. “Like a… like a merman.”

To his credit, Seymour did nothing more than a slow blink. “A merman.” He repeated.

“But, not a regular merman.” Beck winced at his own words. Just what was a regular merman? “A big one, like a hundred feet long, and pale white skin, and white locks of hair, and piercing blue eyes-”

“Kid.” Seymour cut him off. “I’ll tell it to ya straight. No, I ain’t ever heard nothing like that.”

Today, Beckett found himself on the cliffside, safely back from the edge as he watched the distant waves. His knees were tucked up to his chest, chin atop them as Beck sat lost in thought. Somewhere out there, Beckett’s giant captor- and later savior- was out there.

Why did the beast let him go? Even further than that, the siren had gone out of its way to give Beck a chance at life. There’s no way Beckett could have made it all the way to the shore on his own, disoriented as he had been.

Despite his better judgement, Beckett had to know the truth. With this foolish notion in mind, Beck set out a few months later, having rented a boat from one of the local fishermen. It took a lot of practice for Beckett to learn how to guide such a vessel, as every crest of a wave made the poor lad jump.

Seymour must think he was mad. Often the kind old man reminded Beckett that he didn’t have to conquer his fear of the waves directly, but Beck had just shook his head. Seymour couldn’t understand the debt Beck felt to the creature that had saved his life, and his curiosity kept him captive. Beckett wouldn’t be free until he had answers.

Of course, once he was out on the waters, Beck realized how foolish of a plan this truly was- he knew nothing about aquatic navigation. Every part of the ocean looked the same to him. Even worse, his memories of the last sea journey were extremely muddled. How on earth was he going to find the same location?

And even as Beck drifted in waters that may or may not be similar, the human realized he had no surefire way of gaining the siren’s attention. He settled for calling out often, hoping his carrying voice would be enough. Did the beast understand english? It was deceptively human-looking.

Beckett’s throat grew parched, and Beck sat down a moment to take careful sips of water from his dwindling bottle. The sky was growing darker, and a familiar fog had begun to roll in. An eerie chill began to creep up the back of Beckett’s neck. Suddenly, this plan wasn’t feeling so wise.

That’s when he heard it. The familiar song of his dreams was echoing across the water. Beck had forgotten the feeling, his limbs stiffening against his will like a marionette pulled taunt.

Blink. A gigantic fish tail, just the tip cresting the waves. Blink. Beckett found himself in the waves, gasping as he kicked frantically to keep his head above water. Blink. All too soon, Beck found himself clasped between those claws, water dripping from his locks as he stared at those terrifying chompers.

Oh god. This was a terrible idea. What should he do? What was there to do? All the blood left Beckett’s face, watching the siren lick its lips. It raised Beck higher, dangling the human by the back of his shirt above a now gaping maw. Beckett let out an unholy screech, realizing he had made a terrible mistake.

Beckett squeezed his eyes shut, forcing the words out of his lungs before he never got the chance again. “WHY DID YOU SPARE ME?!”

To Beck’s great relief, he didn’t find himself lowered onto the beast’s tongue. Instead, after the longest pause of Beckett’s life, he opened his eyes to see the siren’s mouth had gone slack.

“What?”

Beck’s eyebrows shot up into his scalp, shocked to hear the siren actually speak. Guess that meant it understood english, too. Beckett cautiously raised his gaze, meeting the siren’s eyes instead of its teeth. The creature looked confused, to say the least.

��You-” Beck cleared his throat, knowing he had to keep the siren’s attention lest he become a meal. “You spared me.” The siren’s brow furrowed further. Beckett frowned. “You… you saved my life? I mean, first you threatened it, but… 3 months ago? You- our ship, and the song, and… I woke up on the shore…”

Unfortunately, despite being the most momentous occasion of Beckett’s life, the giant sea serpent didn’t seem to have given the night a second thought. Beck couldn’t stop the sinking feel in his chest, knowing this whole journey was pointless after all.

The siren slowly shook his head. “That sounds unlike me.”

“It’s true!” Beckett insisted, especially because his life seemed to be on the line. “I was baffled too, but for some reason you spared me, and-and I don’t know why either! It’s been driving me insane. Why else would I sail all the way out here trying to find you?”

“You came looking for me?” This, at least, caused the siren to raise an interested eyebrow. “That would be a first.”

Beck nodded quickly. “Yes! I’ve been shouting for you all day. And before that I’ve been training for weeks, saving up for a downpayment to borrow Ben’s boat, which I’ll probably be losing now that I have no idea where that ended up…” Beckett grimaced, once again meeting the siren’s gaze. “Sorry, I’ve been told I have a tendency to sidetrack conversations in uncomfortable situations. Boat’s not important. Please don’t eat me.”

To both of their surprise, the siren let out an amused snort, the hot fishy air rustling Beck’s hair.

“I apologize for that.” The creature had the decency to look sheepish, even as its words curdled Beckett’s blood. “It’s nothing personal.”

“Wait, what?!” Beckett immediately began screeching, attempting to squirm out of the claws still holding him captive.

“Stop!” The siren hissed, his grip tightening painfully around Beck’s ribs. “You will fall with that behavior.”

Beck winced, continuing to struggle against the crushing appendages. “That was kind of the idea. I choose waves over teeth.”

“Waves over…?” The siren shook his head. “No, you misunderstand. I will not eat you.”

Beck found that hard to believe. He squinted, judging the gigantic face before him even as the pressure stayed tight around his chest. “So, you were going to?”

“Yes.”

“But now you’re not.”

“Yes.”

“...why?”

“Because you’re quite interesting, little human.” The siren admitted. “Your question confuses me. Do you want to be eaten?”

Beck chose wisely to avoid that question. “My name’s Beckett.” He said instead. “Beck, for short. Not little human, or anything.”

The siren blinked. It must be strange putting a name to your not-food. “My name is Caspian.”

Caspian. For some reason, Beck hadn’t actually pictured the siren having a name. Or talking. Or generally possessing much humanity at all… the self-reflection made him feel a bit guilty.

“It’s nice to meet you, Caspian.” Beck greeted. He glanced around, realizing the sun had finished setting. “Can we circle back to the boat issue? I mean, I’m glad this hasn’t ended fatally, but it is getting late.”

“Hold on.” Caspian frowned. “You spent all that effort to reach me, only to leave? Little Beck, your story has holes.”

“No, no no no.” Beck quickly shut that down, hastily trying to avoid any possibility of a vengeful siren. “No that’s not it at all. It’s just, your time must be very valuable, and I don’t want to intrude. And also, contrary to popular belief, I'm not a great swimmer. Hence the boat.”

“Hmm.” Caspian seemed to consider this for several moments. The giant seemed to reach a conclusion, but Beck was uncertain what it was as he was raised up above Caspian’s head. “Climb on.”

“Climb on?” Beck repeated, confused.

“And hold on tight.” Caspian advised, opening his palm and tilting it so that Beck slid off with a yelp. “I was under the impression you need air to survive?”

“YES! Yes, that is- yes, I need that.” Beckett confirmed, quickly grabbing onto Caspian’s hair as best he could. Not the easiest task in the world with how everything, including himself, was soaked. Nevertheless, Beck was wise enough to prepare himself for whatever a massive sea serpent might have planned.

Without further warning, Caspian lowered himself into the water, only keeping the top of his head above the waves for Beck’s benefit. Beck hastily lowered himself onto his stomach, not wanting to slide off Caspian’s head as the mer began to swim through the ocean faster than a speedboat.

“Where are you going!” Beck shouted above the wind whipping at his face. He squinted, trying to see where the siren was headed but having no luck. Were they swimming to the boat? Had Beck really gotten so far away from it?

Unfortunately, the siren himself offered no answers. The night sky and fog did not help Beck’s visibility. In these conditions, he was practically blind.

After several minutes of this less-than-ideal water travel, Caspian came to an abrupt stop. Beck frowned, finding himself staring at a rocky cliffside shore. Was Caspian trying to return him to the lighthouse again? But none of this looked familiar…

Caspian raised his head above the waves, sending Beck scrambling to keep his hold. It didn’t matter, as those familiar claws came up and plucked the human from Caspian’s hair.

“Hold your breath.” Caspian advised. This was Beck’s only warning as he was cupped between Caspian’s hands, the mer diving beneath the surface.

Thankfully, Beckett was intelligent enough to take the warning to heart. He held his breath, eyes squeezed tightly shut to avoid getting saltwater in them. The pressure became quite intense as Caspian dove several dozen meters down with ease. It made Beck feel like his head would pop at any moment. Was Caspian trying to drown him? But why go through all the effort of telling Beck to hold his breath, if only to drag it out?

Just as Beck could take it no longer and felt on the verge of passing out, Caspian breached the surface. Immediately Beck began to suck in large gulps of air, snorting to get the water that got stuck unpleasantly up his nose.

Despite being above the surface, Beck couldn’t see anything. He tried not to panic, heart racing thanks to all the uncertainties of the situation. “Where- where are we?”

“Home.”

Caspian’s answer only brought on further questions. Home? What kind of home did a gigantic merman have, anyway? Slowly his human eyes began to adjust to the darkness, noticing that bioluminescent moss seemed to give the space just enough light to see the outlines of shapes. It appeared they were in some sort of underground cavern, the water lapping against a craggy water-worn shore.

“Ah, yes. Of Course. Home.” Beck tried not to think about the several deadly reasons a wild animal might welcome him into its living space. But thankfully, Caspian wasn’t just an animal. He could talk, he seemed half human- that had to amount to something, right?

Of course, Caspian had still planned to eat him. So. There’s that.

“You’re still not gonna eat me, right?” Beck asked, not about to leave something so important to chance.

“Right.” Caspian sighed, as if the question were a mild annoyance and not tied to Beckett’s entire livelihood. “But you have disturbed my hunting time. I’m hungry.”

“Not sure that’s entirely my fault…” Beckett murmured to himself.

Caspian lowered his cupped palms to the rocky shore, setting Beck down away from the water’s edge. “Stay here.”

“Wha-? Stay here?” Beck became alarmed, taking a few nervous steps to catch his footing on the slippery slope. “Where are you going?”

“Do not worry.” Caspian assured Beck, easing himself back into the water. “I’ll bring you back something to eat as well.” With that, Caspian dove back into the water, leaving Beck alone in this dark murky cave.

Beckett blinked, shocked to find himself alone in this enclosure. “I don’t think he knows what humans eat.” Beck grimaced, not eager to see just what Caspian would be bringing back for him. Would it be wriggling? Slimy? Would it be human? The thought made Beck want to throw up.

Beckett shivered, feeling chilly now that the adrenaline was beginning to wear off. He found himself in an unknown underwater cave off the coastline somewhere, still soaked to the bone in his wet rags. The icy temperature in here was freezing, and the water wasn’t any warmer. Was Beck going to die of frostbite here? How long was Caspian planning on keeping him prisoner?

Beckett walked up and down the shore, looking for any driftwood or materials to make a fire. He had no luck, of course, but even if he had Beck didn’t know the first thing about starting a fire. So with nothing to warm himself, what should Beck do? Beckett knew from all the books he’d read on environmental conditions that staying in his wet clothing was one of the worst strategies for survival, but standing around naked in the freezing cave didn’t sound any more appealing. Not to mention, Beck had no way of drying his clothes even if they left his person. He would just have to put the soaking wet rags back on eventually.

Making a foolish decision, Beck kept his clothes on in the hopes that his own body temperature would help dry them eventually. Coming from the man who went out to sea to search for his would-be murderer all day, perhaps Beck shouldn’t be treating himself as a good source for advice.

“What was I thinking?” Beck murmured, pacing back and forth to try and keep the blood flowing to his extremities. His fingertips were growing numb, and Beck shoved them in his armpits to try and keep them warm.

Should he try and escape? Beckett guessed there must be some underwater entrance to this cavern, but there was no way of knowing how deep he would have to dive to reach it, how long the tunnel itself was, nor how high he’d have to swim to reach the surface on the other side. Beckett wasn’t known to be a particularly decent swimmer. Even just the idea of getting in the water right now made Beck shudder, not eager to get soaking wet once more.

Beckett let out a yawn, the excitement of the day catching up to him. He was cold, and tired. Nothing sounded better than stripping off these clothes and lying down in a warm, dry bed back at Seymour’s.

Oh gosh, Seymour. What was the old man gonna think when Beck didn’t return home like he claimed? He knew Seymour had little faith in Beck’s sailing abilities, but Beckett had foolishly promised to be careful. Would Seymour mourn him? Worse yet, would Seymour try to send out a rescue? What if Caspian found him and wasn’t so merciful?

Beckett was dead on his feet by the time the water began to shift. Beck slapped himself out of his stupor, standing to attention in his semi-dry clothes as the giant merman emerged.

Caspian pulled himself partially up onto the shore, holding out one hand to Beck. As expected, none of this looked edible in its current form. There was a live octopus, still wriggling around, a half dozen oysters, a few slimy eels, and a few other squirming entities Beckett wasn’t certain how to classify.

“Oh, thanks.” Beck tried to keep the disgust off his facial features. Even with not eating all day, Beck didn’t have much of an appetite. But would Caspian be mad if Beck didn’t eat it? It’s not like Beckett asked for it in the first place...

“I was uncertain what you would like.” Caspian admitted, a soft frown gracing his features as he nudged the human with his fingertips, encouraging Beck to eat. “Will this be good for you? Do not be shy, I ate my fill already.”

Beck cleared his throat. “Well, uh, some of this is what humans can eat, but we don’t eat it… raw. Or alive, usually.”

“Hmm.” Caspian considered this for a moment, taking one of the eels between his claws. Caspian raised the creature to his lips. In one swift motion, Caspian used his fangs to tear off the eel’s head, sending a small spurt of blood spattering down.

Beck cried out, quickly covering his head with his arms to try and avoid getting caught in the rain. “COOKED! IT NEEDS TO BE COOKED!” Beck hastily corrected, turning a bit green as Caspian tried to once again offer him the bloody corpse. “It needs to be prepared right, too, I don’t think I’m supposed to eat a lot of stuff found in live fish, they usually gut ‘em and stuff, and I’ve never been one for sushi in the first place.”

Caspian licked his lips, clearing away the blood stains as he tilted his head like a pup. “What do you mean, ‘cooked’?”

Beck slowly uncovered his head, thankful Caspian seemed to have backed off for a moment. “Right, cooked.” Beck nodded to himself. “Guess you wouldn’t know what that is, living in the ocean and all. Um, do you know what fire is?” It was Caspian’s turn to nod. “Wait, you do? How?”

“Fire chokes out life.” Caspian explained. “It creates the smoke and the ash that destroys the shores.”

“Well… yeah, I guess it does do that, sometimes.” Beckett admitted. “But we use it in smaller, healthy doses. You use it to cook your food, usually heating it up and changing it to be healthy.”

Caspian seemed more confused the further this conversation went on.

“Unfortunately, there’s no fuel here anyways.” Beck gestured to their surroundings. “And I don’t know how to make a fire anyways, so-”

“No fire.” Caspian said sternly. He sounded more like a stern parent, banning experimentation with firecrackers in the house.

“No fire.” Beck confirmed. He glanced at the ceiling. “Probably wouldn’t have been the best idea anyways, all enclosed like this. But anyways, no. I can’t accept your fish. Thank you, it was very kind of you, I’ll be forever grateful, but if I eat that I will be sick.”

“...hmm.” Caspian looked- disappointed? Frustrated? It was hard to tell the mer’s emotions, but Caspian at the very least seemed to understand Beck’s meaning, as he pulled his handful of fish back to himself. With a thoughtful expression, giving Beck one last option to protest, Caspian tilted the whole mixture into his mouth, chewing it into a paste and swallowing with ease.

Gross. Beck kept this thought to himself, grateful he was not on the other side of Caspian’s abs himself as the pleased merman gave his stomach a few pats.

“Then what will you eat?” Caspain asked, laying down to be more at eye level with the little man.

“Well, uh, I suppose I can always eat after I get home.” Beckett chose his words carefully, still uncertain what Caspian’s intentions were. “My friend would usually make meals with me. Stew, most of the time.”

Caspian’s eyebrows furrowed. “I can make stew with you.”

“No, you can’t.” Beck corrected. Gently. “No fire, remember? Fire’s needed for stew, too. And we don’t have any of the other ingredients. Vegetables, seasonings, broth, cooked meat… stuff like that. And any we got in here would be soaked with sea water, and that’s not great for humans either.”

The giant siren seemed displeased with this answer, obviously intent on keeping the human alive. This, at least, was one positive note in a storm of negativity for the evening.

With a displeased hum, Caspian reached out his hand towards Beckett. Instinctively Beck flinched away, worried the siren had gotten bored and wanted to do away with him, but all that happened was a giant digit began carefully stroking the top of Beck’s head and down the length of his back.

“Uh...what are you doing?” Beck asked, still stiff as a board.

Caspian didn’t seem inclined to answer. Instead he tilted his head, curious blue eyes intently studying Beckett. “Can you sing?”

Beckett blinked. “Can I what?”

“Can you sing?” Caspian repeated, and after Beck gave a nod: “sing for me.”

“Oh, well, I can sing, but not very well, mind you.” Beck admitted, looking a bit sheepish. The stage had always been his sister’s forte. “Certainly not to your caliber. I don’t think you want to hear me sing at all, actually.”

“Yes I do.” Caspian insisted gently. “Sing.”

Beck let out a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for such a task. What song does one even use to serenade a siren? After careful consideration, Beckett selected an old nursery rhyme from his childhood, both for its brief length and easy melody.

“Twinkle, twinkle, little star-” Beckett began, his voice shaking. He cleared his throat, trying to project a bit more even as Caspian leaned in to hear. “How I wonder what you are. Like a diamond in the sky, up above the world so high…”

Beckett had shut his eyes, trying to forget about any pressures to perform. A nice benefit to this impromptu concert is that Caspian had paused his petting to allow Beck to focus. “Twinkle twinkle, little star… how… er, ...up… ah…y’know what? I’ve forgotten the last line, actually.”

Beck grimaced, opening his eyes. Caspian was as difficult to read as ever, the siren’s face passive as Beckett awaited any sort of review.

“That was it?” Caspian clarified.

“Yeah, not a very long song.” Beckett agreed. “Meant for children, y’know? Just to… well I don’t know the point of it, actually, I guess it’s just something to sing.”

“Ah.” Caspian drummed his fingers along the rocks. “It was…”

Beckett waited not so patiently. “Well?” He spoke up. “I told you I’m a lousy singer.”

Considering the siren made no effort to disagree, Caspian held the same opinion, yet he wore a pained expression. Perhaps Caspian had held out hope for Beck after all? But then again, even if he were a renowned opera singer, how could a human voice ever possibly appeal to a siren?

“I thought everyone could sing.” Caspian admitted quietly.

For some reason, this bashful admission is what finally set Beck roaring with laughter. Beck clutched at his sides, doubled over with mirth as a concerned siren watched. Caspian let out a noise of concern, reaching out his hand to prod Beck in the side.

“No- I’m good!” Beck hastily assured him, pushing away the finger as if he had any chance of telling the siren what to do. “It’s just- ah, fuck. What a day, you know?” And with that, tears began to pour down Beckett’s cheeks, the poor exhausted boy helpless to stop them as he alternated between laughing and sobbing.

Now Caspian let out a whine, the trill noise echoing across the cavern walls as Caspian scooped the human up into his hands. Beck gasped, momentarily without air as he was forced against Caspian’s chest. “Shh, shhh.” Caspian hushed him, patting his back like he was a child.

Well, what did it matter? Beck felt like a child. He was tired, and hungry, and cold, and he just wanted to go home. Unable to work on any of those things, Beckett tried instead to take the comfort that was given to him, so overwhelmed by the day that this might as well happen.

Beck hiccupped, his tears still coming but too exhausted to keep wailing. Beckett leaned into Caspian’s chest, the smooth seal texture feeling surprisingly warm and dry for a creature that spent most of its life in the ocean. If he focused, Beck could hear a rhythmic thumping. It was Caspian’s heart, just on the other side of this ribcage.

“I wanna go home.” Beck murmured, more to himself than the siren who wouldn’t listen. “I just wanna go home.”

A rumbling sensation filled Beck’s ears, which he slowly recognized as Caspian’s singing. Beck closed his eyes, allowing himself to succumb to the call.

…

“...Beck?”

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“-OI! Wake UP!”

Beck coughed, startled awake as he found himself once again doused in sea water. He blinked, disoriented to feel the surface beneath him was rocking like a boat. Before Beck could ponder that out, a bright light shined directly in his eyes, making him squint.

“Blimey, you look half dead.” Seymour whistled, taking stock of Beck’s appearance.

“I...what?” Beck frowned, looking around. They were on a boat. What happened? Last thing he remembered, Caspian had been coddling him like a wounded babe. “Where’s Caspian?”

“Who?” Seymour didn’t have a clue.

“Caspian! I- the giant siren!” Beck looked around, trying to spot anything in the darkness of night.

“Boy, I think you swallowed too much seawater.” Seymour shook his head, easing Beck back down. “Take it easy, you’re lucky to be alive.” Seymour pulled out an emergency orange blanket, wrapping it firmly around Beck’s shoulders. It was only then that Beck came to the startling conclusion he was naked, stripped of his wet clothes entirely. At least he could see them lying on the deck as well.

“The voice.” Beck insisted, staying down only because his head felt dizzy. “You must have heard him singing? He was singing. What’d I miss this time?”

Seymour had no answers, as far as giant sirens went. Instead, he explained his side of things. “When you didn’t come back yesterday, I came out to look for ya.” Seymour explained. “You must have a guardian angel after all. Caught you in my sights only by change with the spotlight, adrift in the waves. No idea how the hell you’ve got a speck of life in you, jumping in without a liferaft or lifejacket or nothin’. Holy hell son, ya got a death wish, there’s easier ways of going out.”

“I- what?” Beck frowned. “No, that… that’s not what happened.”

“Hypothermia can cause hallucinations.” Seymour swore under his breath. “Shit, you’re in a worse state than I thought. Never should have let you come out here alone in the first place, nevermind with Ben’s boat. He’s gonna kill ya, y’know, if you do manage to survive the night.”

“Didn’t mean to lose the boat.” Beckett rubbed at his eyes. “Got left behind on the way to the caverns.”

“To the caverns, he says.” Seymour rolled his eyes, handing Beck a warm thermos. “Drink. Sit. And don’t fall asleep.” With these last instructions, Seymour moved over to the captain’s chair, starting the motor and steering the boat back towards shore.

Beck stared at the waves passing by, sipping gently at the contents of the thermos. Tasted like hot lemon tea. Beck would have preferred hot chocolate, if shipwreck survivors were allowed to have preferences.

Was it a shipwreck? Did he jump in? No… no it was Caspian, wasn’t it? Dumb seal’s fault for it all. That, Beck was certain. Too bad he couldn’t charge the siren for Ben’s boat.

Before, Beck had barely escaped with his life, lost and confused about his potential giant savior. Now, he knew so much more than he had before. Caspian was real. Caspian’s name was Caspian. Caspian had intended to eat him, didn’t, and then let him go. Caspian had forgotten him.

Would Caspian forget him again? Why did that notion make Beck feel so uneasy?

It wasn’t like Beck owed Caspian anything, truly. The guy had saved his life twice now, but only after endangering it in the first place. But why did Caspian let him go this time? It seemed as if Caspian was intent on keeping him around like some sort of amusing lil’ pet. What had changed?

Beck’s mind was too tired to process through such things. He sipped more of the tea, growing drowsy.

“No sleeping!” Seymour yelled.

“Yes sir!” Beck jolted upright, regretting it when his head pounded. The sound of the waves had changed. Beck could hear them crashing against the shore, indicating they were almost to the dock.

Seymour expertly steered the ship into the harbor, a feat which took a good deal of skill in the middle of the night. Once securely fastened, Seymour offered Beck a hand, hauling the boy to his feet and keeping Beck steady all the way up to the lighthouse.

“Alright, in you get.” Seymour instructed, easing Beck into bed. He piled more blankets onto Beckett, disappearing briefly to grab a warm compress which he placed on Beckett’s forehead.

“I really did see him.” Beckett murmured, closing his eyes as the warmth lulled him into a deep slumber.

Seymour let out a low sigh. “I’m sure you did.” Seymour murmured, patting Beck’s arm.

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Books I own part 1

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Adams, Douglas

Samantha Learns a Lesson Adler, Susan S.

Aesops Fables Aesop

Flame in the Mist Ahdieh, Renée

Honey Hunt 6 Aihara, Miki

negima! 26 Akamatsu, Ken

Little Women Alcott, Louisa May

The Last Grand Duchess Anastasia

Fairy Tales Anderson, Hans Christian

Let's Dance a Waltz 1 Andõ, Natsumi

Let's Dance a Waltz 2 Andõ, Natsumi

Kitchen Princess 10 Andõ, Natsumi

mär 1 Anzai, Nobuyuki

Beauty Pop 1 Arai, Kiyoko

Beauty Pop 9 Arai, Kiyoko

Beauty Pop 10 Arai, Kiyoko

Pride and Prejudice Austen, Jane

yotsuba&! 1 Azuma, Kiyohiko

Of Enemies and Endings 4 Bach, Shelby

Of Giants and Ice 1 Bach, Shelby

Of Sorcery and Snow 3 Bach, Shelby

Of Witches and Wind 2 Bach, Shelby

A Question of Magic Baker, E.D.

Dragon Kiss 7 Baker, E.D.

Dragon's Breath 2 Baker, E.D.

Once Upon a Curse 3 Baker, E.D.

The Dragon Princess 6 Baker, E.D.

The Frog Princess 1 Baker, E.D.

Of Neptune 3 Banks, Anna

Of Poseidon 1 Banks, Anna

Of Triton 2 Banks, Anna

Peter Pan Barrie, J.M.

Peter and the Secret of Rundoon 3 Barry, Dave and Ridley Pearson

Peter and the Shadow Thieves 2 Barry, Dave and Ridley Pearson

Peter and the Starcatchers 1 Barry, Dave and Ridley Pearson

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz Baum, L. Frank

The Unicorn Quest Benko, Kamilla

The Brimstone Key Benz, Derek

The Year of the Hangman Blackwood, Gary L.

Antigoddess Blake, Kendare

William Blake Blake, William

The Atlas of Classic Tales Bordin, Claudia

The Name of this Book is Secret Bosch, Pseudonymous

Witch Born Bowling, Nicholas

Caddie Woodlawn Brink, Carol Ryrie

The Time Travelers Buckley-Archer, Linda

Magic and Other Misdemeanors 5 Buckley, Michael

Once Upon a Crime 4 Buckley, Michael

Tales from the Hood 6 Buckley, Michael

The Council of Mirrors 9 Buckley, Michael

The Ever After War 7 Buckley, Michael

The Fairytale Detectives 1 Buckley, Michael

The Inside Story 8 Buckley, Michael

The Problem Child 3 Buckley, Michael

The Unusual Suspects 2 Buckley, Michael

A Little Princess Burnett, Frances Hodgson

The Secret Garden Burnett, Frances Hodgson

Arabian nights Burton, Sir Richard Francis

Molly Moon's Incredible Book of Hypnotism 1 Byng, Georgia

Molly Moon and the Morphing Mystery 5 Byng, Georgia

Ash and Quill Caine, Rachel

Flunked 1 Calonita, Jen

Charmed 2 Calonita, Jen

Rook Cameron, Sharon

The Forgetting Cameron, Sharon

Ender's Game Card, Orson Scott

All Fall Down Carter, Ally

Heist Society 1 Carter, Ally

I'd Tell You I Love You but Then I'd Have to Kill You 1 Carter, Ally

Only the Good Spy Young 4 Carter, Ally

Cross My Heart and Hope to Spy 2 Carter, Ally

Don't Judge a Girl by Her Cover 3 Carter, Ally

Uncommon Criminals 2 Carter, Ally

The One 2 Cass, Kiera

The Selection 1 Cass, Kiera

Rebel Girls Lead Cavallo, Francesca and Elena Favilli

Rebel Girls Explore Cavallo, Francesca and Elena Favilli

The School of Good and Evil 1 Chainani, Soman

A World Without Princes 2 Chainani, Soman

Be a Genie in Six Easy Steps Chapman, Linda and Steve Cole

The Testing Charbonneau, Joelle

Powerless Childs, Tera Lynn and Tracy Dee's

Drama Con 2 Chmakova, Svetlana

Drama Con 3 Chmakova, Svetlana

Drama Con 1 Chmakova, Svetlana

Aru Shah and the End of Time Chokshi, Roshani

The Star Touched Queen Chokshi, Roshani

Cinderella Cinderella

Magic Knight Rayearth CLAMP

City of Bones Clare, Cassandra

Ready Player One Cline, Ernest

Catching Fire 2 Collins, Suzanne

Mockingjay 3 Collins, Suzanne

The Hunger Games 1 Collins, Suzanne

Matched Condie, Ally

The Waterless Sea Constable, Kate

Seaward Cooper, Susan

Mechanica Cornwell, Betsy

Venturess Cornwell, Betsy

Don't push the button! Cotter, Bill

Chasing Redbird Creech, Sharon

Ruby Holler Creech, Sharon

Love that Dog Creech, Sharon

Chasing Redbird Creech, Sharon

The Death Cure 3 Dashner, James

The Scorch Trials 2 Dashner, James

The Kill Order .5 Dashner, James

The Twelve Dancing Princesses David, Alfred and Mary Elizabeth Meek

The Fandom Day, Anna

Frozen De la Cruz, Melissa

26 Fairmont Avenue DePaola, Tomie

Blind Dewoskin, Rachel

The Tale of Despereaux DiCamillo, Kate

Hard Times Dickens, Charles

A Christmas Carol Dickons, Charles

Stepsister Donnelly, Jennifer

The Boy With the Hidden Name 2 Dorset, Skylar

The Girl Who Never Was 1 Dorset, Skylar

The Magickers Vol. 1 Drake, Emily

The Magickers Vol. 2 Drake, Emily

Dragonsdale Drake, Salamanda

Half Magic Eager, Edward

The Last of the Really Great Wangdoodles Edwards, Julie Andrews

Happy Marriage 2 Enjoji, Maki

Harry Potter Fact Book Farrington, Karen and Lewis Constable

Rocket science for babies Ferrie, Chris

Once Upon a Marigold Ferris, Jean

Bridget Jones's Diary Fielding, Helen

Wellspring of Magic Fields, Jan

Erak's Ransom 7 Flanagan, John

The Battle for Skandia 4 Flanagan, John

The Burning Bridge 2 Flanagan, John

The Icebound Land 3 Flanagan, John

The Rangers Apprentice 1 Flanagan, John

The Outcasts Flanagan, John

The Diary of a Young Girl Frank, Anne

Sphinx's Princess Friesner, Esther M.

Igraine the Brave Funke, Cornelia

Inkdeath 3 Funke, Cornelia

Inkheart 1 Funke, Cornelia

Inkspell 2 Funke, Cornelia

Bloody Kiss 2 Furumiya, Kazuko

Stardust Gaimen, Neil

Scarlet Gaughen, A.C.

Dragon Flight 2 George, Jessica Day

Dragon Slippers 1 George, Jessica Day

Dragon Spear 3 George, Jessica Day

Sun and Moon, Ice and Snow George, Jessica Day

Princess of the Midnight Ball 1 George, Jessica Day

Princess of Glass 2 George, Jessica Day

Princess of the Silver Woods 3 George, Jessica Day

Ruby Red 1 Gier, Kerstin

Sapphire Blue 2 Gier, Kerstin

Emerald Green 3 Gier, Kerstin

The Book Jumper Gläser, Mechthild

Mines of the Minotaur 3 Golding, Julia

Secret of the Sirens 1 Golding, Julia

The Chimera Curse 4 Golding, Julia

The Diamond of Drury Lane 1 Golding, Julia

The Gorgon's Gaze 2 Golding, Julia

The Princess Bride Goldman, William

Escape from Mr Lemoncello's Library Grabstein, Chris

The Wind in the Willows Grahame, Kenneth

A Thousand Pieces of You Gray, Claudia

Tales of the Greek Heroes Green, Roger Lancelyn

Tales of Ancient Egypt Green, Roger Lancelyn

Rated Grey, Melissa

Grimm's Fairy Tales Grimm, Jakob & Wilhelm

Water for Elephants Gruen, Sara

The Princess Academy Hale, Shannon

The Fairie Ring Hamilton, Kiki

Violet Wings 1 Hanley, Victoria

Indigo Magic 2 Hanley, Victoria

The Fourth Ruby 2 Hannibal, James R.

The Lost Property Office 1 Hannibal, James R.

Seraphina Hartman, Rachel

Ouran high school host club 10 Hatori, Bisco

Ouran high school host club 14 Hatori, Bisco

Ouran high school host club 15 Hatori, Bisco

Pandora Gets Frightened 6 Hennesy, Carolyn

Pandora Gets Vain 2 Hennesy, Carolyn

Hoot Hiaasen, Carl

vb rose 1 Hidaka, Banri

vb rose 2 Hidaka, Banri

vb rose 3 Hidaka, Banri

Portrait of m&n 1 Higuchi, Tachibana

Portrait of m&n 2 Higuchi, Tachibana

City of Masks Hoffman, Mary

The Iliad Homer

The Odyssey Homer

Reawakened Houck, Colleen

Invitation to the Game Hughes, Monica

Pay it Forward Hyde, Catherine Ryan

Dial-a-Ghost Ibbotson, Eva

Which Witch? Ibbotson, Eva

Magic Flutes Ibbotson, Eva

The Secret of Platform 13 Ibbotson, Eva

Demon Sacred 2 Itsuki, Natsumi

Demon Sacred 3 Itsuki, Natsumi

Demon Sacred 1 Itsuki, Natsumi

Princess of Thorns Jay, Stacey

A Thousand Nights Johnston, E.K.

The Enchanted Quest 5 Jones, Allan Frewin

The Fairie Path 1 Jones, Allan Frewin

The Immortal Realm 4 Jones, Allan Frewin

The Lost Queen 2 Jones, Allan Frewin

The Sorcerer King 3 Jones, Allan Frewin

Howl's Moving Castle Jones, Diana Wynne

A Tale of Time City Jones, Diana Wynne

The Phantom Tollbooth Juster, Norton

The Midnight Dance Katz, Nikki

The Day of the Djinn Warriors Kerr, P.B.

The Stonekeeper Kibuishi, Kazu

Mamotte lollipop 1 Kikuta, Michiyo

mamotte lollipop 2 Kikuta, Michiyo

mamotte lollipop 3 Kikuta, Michiyo

mamotte lollipop 4 Kikuta, Michiyo

mamotte lollipop 5 Kikuta, Michiyo

mamotte lollipop 6 Kikuta, Michiyo

The Diabolic Kincaid, S.J.

The Jungle Books Kipling, Rudyard

From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler Konigsburg, E.L.

Enchanted 1 Kontis, Alethea

Hero 2 Kontis, Alethea

Swindle Korman, Gordon

Chasing the Falconers 1 Korman, Gordon

Hunting the Hunter 6 Korman, Gordon

The Friday Society Kress, Adrienne

Theodosia and the Serpents of Chaos LaFevers, R.L.

The Coming of Dragons Lake, A.J.

Defy Larson, Sara B.

The Very Short, Entirely True History of Unicorns Laskow, Sarah

The Portal Lasky, Kathryn

25 Women Who Dared to Go Lassieur, Allison

To Kill a Mocking Bird Lee, Harper

Wings Lethcoe, Jason

Ella Enchanted Levine, Gail Carson

The Princess Tales Levine, Gail Carson

The Two Princesses of Bamarre Levine, Gail Carson

Prince Caspian 4 Lewis, C.S.

The Horse and His Boy 3 Lewis, C.S.

The Last Battle 7 Lewis, C.S.

The Magicians Nephew 1 Lewis, C.S.

The Silver Chair 6 Lewis, C.S.

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader 5 Lewis, C.S.

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe 2 Lewis, C.S.

Spinning Starlight Lewis, R.C.

Pippi Longstocking Lindgren, Astrid

#books #my books #i own all of these #part 1

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The Emo Masterpost

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a great big pile of leaves

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Armor For Sleep

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Assfactor 4

As Tall As Lions

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Basement

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Beautiful Mistake

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Before Braille

Benton Falls

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Blis

Boilermaker

Boys Life

Boysetsfire

Braid

Brand New

Brandtson

Brave Bird

Breaking Pangea

Breakwater

Bright Eyes

Broken Hearts Are Blue

Calculator

Camber

Camping in Alaska

Canyon

Cap’n Jazz

Carb On Carb

The Casket Lottery

Caspian

Castor

Certain People I Know

Chamberlain

Charmer

Chinese Football

Christie Front Drive

Circle Takes The Square

City of Caterpillar

Citizen

Clair de Lune

Clikatat Ikatowi

Coheed And Cambria

Colossal

Compound Red

Criteria

Cross My Heart

The Crownhate Ruin

Crying

cstvt

Current

Cursive

Dads

Daisyhead

Daitro

Dashboard Confessional

Daylight

Dead Red Sea

Dear in the Headlights

Death Cab For Cutie

Departures

Dikembe

Down To Earth Approach

Dowsing

Drive Like Jehu

Dryjacket

The Early November

Elliott

Embassy

Embrace

Emo Side Project

Empire! Empire!

Endpoint

Engine Down

Eniac

Envy

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Ethel Meserve

Evergreen

Eversor

Everyone Everywhere

Ex-Ignota

Fairweather

Falling Forward

Far

The Farewell Bend

Few and Far Between

Fire In The Radio

Fireside

Football, Etc.

The Format

Foxing

Four Hundred Years

Frail

Free Throw

Friction

The Front Bottoms

Funeral Diner

Funeral For a Friend

Further Seems Forever

Gameface

Garden Variety

The Get Up Kids

Giant’s Chair

Glocca Morra

The Gloria Record

Gnarwolves

Golden City

The Good Life

Grade

Graduating Life

Gratitude

Gray Matter

Grown Ups

Halifax Code

Harbours

Harriet The Spy

The Hated

Have Mercy

Heart Attack Man

Heroin

Hey Mercedes

Hightide Hotel

Hodera

Hometown Losers

Hoover

Hop Along

Hot Cross

Hotel Books

The Hotelier

Hot Rod Circuit

Hundred Hands

Hundred Reasons

Hurry

I Am the Avalanche

I Can Make A Mess Like Nobody’s Business

I Hate Myself

I Wrote Haikus About Cannibalism in Your Yearbook

Imbroco

Indian Summer

Into It. Over It.

Jawbreaker

The Jazz June

The Jealous Sound

Jeff Rosenstock

Jejune

Jeromes Dream - NEW LP!

Jets To Brazil

Jimmy Eat World

Joan of Arc

Joie De Vivre

Jonah Matranga

Joshua Fit for Battle

Joyce Manor

Julia

The Juliana Theory

Julien Baker

Karate

Kayak Jones

Kerosene 454

Kevin Devine

Kind of Like Spitting

Knapsack

Koufax

La Quiete

Last Days of April

Lazycain

Lemuria

Lewis

Lifetime

Like Roses

Lincoln

Little Big League

logh

Lullaby for the Working Class

Lydia

Macseal

Mae

Marietta

Maritime

Matchbook Romance

Maximillian Colby

McCafferty

Merchant Ships

mewithoutYou

Microwave

Midwest Pen Pals

Mineral

Miracle Of 86

Mock Orange

Modern Baseball

Mohinder

Mom Jeans

Moneen

Moose Blood

Moss Icon

Motion City Soundtrack

The Movielife

Nai Harvest

Name Taken

Nation Of Ulysses

Native Nod

Navio Forge

The New Amsterdams

New End Original

Nightmare of You

No Knife

No Motiv

noneleftstanding

Northstar

Off Minor

Old Gray

One Last Wish

Onelinedrawing

The One Up Downstairs

On The Might of Princes

Orchid

Ordination of Aaron

Oso Oso

Owel

Owen

Owls

Palatka

Page 99

Paris, Texas

Pedro The Lion

Penfold

Pet Symmetry

pianos become the teeth

Piebald

Planes Mistaken for Stars

Plunger

Pohgoh

Policy of 3

Pop Unknown

Portraits of Past

The Postal Service

Prawn

The Promise Ring

PUP

Quicksand

Race Car Riot

Raein

Rain

Rainer Maria

Ratboys

The Receiving End Of Sirens

Red Animal War

Reggie and the Full Effect

Remo Drive

Restorations

Reubens Accomplice

Rites of Spring

Rival Schools

Roadside Monument

The Rocking Horse Winner

Rocky Votolato

The Saddest Landscape

Saetia

Samiam

Samuel

Sarge

Saves The Day

Say Anything

seahaven

Sense Field

Settlefish

Seven Storey Mountain

Shotmaker

Silverstein

Sinai Vessel

Sinker

Six Going on Seven

Sleepytime Trio

Slow Coming Day

Snowing

Somos

Sorority Noise

Souvenirs

Sparta

Speedwell

The Spill Canvas

Split Lip

SPORT

Spy Versus Spy

Starmarket

The Starting Line

Stay Inside

Still Life

Straylight Run

Strikeforce Diablo

Sunday’s Best

Sunny Day Real Estate

Superheaven

Sweep The Leg Johnny

Swing Kids

Taking Back Sunday

Texas Is the Reason

Their / They’re / There

There For Tomorrow

This Town Needs Guns

Thrice

Thursday

Tigers Jaw

Time Spent Driving

Tiny Moving Parts

Title Fight

Toy Cars

Twelve Hour Turn

Two Knights

Twothirtyeight

The Van Pelt

The Velvet Teen

Vermont

Very Secretary

Vitreous Humor

Waterdown

Whereling

The White Octave

the world is a beautiful place

worlds greatest dad

The Yacht Club

Yaphet Kotto

You and I

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Siren’s Gold

Author Notes: Here it is Y’all, Chapter 1 of the Pirate AU fic. I hope you all enjoy it! I’d love to hear your thoughts, so feel free to leave a reply or shoot me a message! Read it on AO3 here Rated:M Ship: Pirate McCree/MerHanzo

“ALL CREW TO YER POSTS! ENEMY FLAGS ON THE HORIZON!”

The scramble that followed those words was one of utter chaos. Men darting everywhere, hoisting ropes and rolling out canons, filling them with gunpowder and giant iron balls. The air was filled with yelling and swearing in nearly every language, every man fulfilling a purpose and telling all those around him to be quick about it. The ocean churned roughly, sending people sliding across the slicked deck, but it mattered not to the well adjusted crew, working around every tip and pitch of the ship. They were all sailors of blood, and knew the seas better than they knew land. Which also meant they knew the danger of having an enemy sailing directly at them, and knew very well that these few minutes of preparation would decide if they lived or died.

Storming across the main deck, the first mate was screaming orders, quick to give commands and instructions. Her long dark hair in beaded locks billowed out in the angry wind, voice carrying to all those over the din of their preparation. “Make sure that’s tied down properly! All canons locked in and ready to fire! Get that flag up and flying, I want those bastards knowing exactly who it is they’re dealing with. Someone get the captain out here, now! Ready the main sails full wind towards the horizon!”

Her coat whipped behind her, tanned skin lit up in the orange glow of the setting sun. Fareeha Amari was a seasoned first mate, and knew the life of a Pirate better than most. Her mother had been a Captain, and she had sailed the seas her entire life. The dark tattoo she donned beneath her eye was a symbol of that proud lineage, and declared her a descendant of the legendary Captain Amari. She had once been a mere sailor, but now as a first mate, she took her role very seriously, and understood the power and importance of her command. Lives hung in the echoes of her words, and she did not intend to fail them. “Keep it together, you mangy animals! We will not die tonight! AND WHERE IS THE CAPTAIN?!”

She was answered with the slamming of doors, and all heads turned to the Quarter Deck. There he stood, coat flying behind him as he grabbed hold of the railing, eyeing up his crew. Captain Jesse McCree, glaring towards the horizon line, tall and poised for battle. His face was rough and warn, a shaggy beard covering his chin and a hefty cigar smoldering between his lips. He was a man soldiers feared and respected, one who had cheated death many times and lived to tell the tale. He was a legend in his own regard, the brash captain who had once been a Navy soldier under the legendary Captain Amari herself, but abandoned the crown in search of revenge and glory. The man with the eyepatch and the mechanical arm, whom rumor said could see into your very soul, that had coined him the name ‘DeadEye’ so many years ago. All knew the legends of DeadEye the Pirate, of how he only robbed those who deserved it and could kill six men in the blink of an eye. His crew was proud to serve him, the man who had earned them countless riches and uncountable adventures, and were ready to fight to the death along side him.

“Well now,” he began, pulling his cigar from his lips to call out to the crew who paused only a moment to hear him speak. “Let’s be prepared to slaughter anyone who dares step foot on this deck, shall we lads?”

The crew erupted in cheers, confidence flooding through them as they went back to their mad scramble. McCree stepped up to the helm, fingers clasped around it tightly as he steered the ship towards the coming enemy ship. Fareeha slid up beside him, arms folded as she surveyed the final preparations. “It’s him,” She said in a low voice. “The lookout gave the call; black flag with the cow skull in a circle of red; that is the Blackwatch flag. That’s certainly him, is it not?” “Reckon it must be,” McCree answered, puffing on his cigar. Fareeha looked him over, face lit in the setting sun. She could see the pain there the other crew could not. Then again, she knew Jesse better than anyone else did. The two had known each other since they were children, when Jesse had been deposited into her mother’s custody. Deposited by him. “You haven’t seen him since the last skirmish we had back in the Caspian, correct?” She asked, words cautious and testing. “He tried to kill us, tried to sink Deadlock.” “Aye,” He answered gruffly. “The bastard hasn’t dared shown his face since then.” “He was different. We did not talk about it then, but I feel we should now. I worry this battle won’t be as easy as the last.”

“There ain’t nothin’ to talk about Fareeha,” he snapped, shooting her a look with his good eye.

The woman glared at him, words spit like venom. “You KNOW that is not the case. You have heard the rumors, I have, we all have! That Captain Gabriel Reyes of the Royal Navy was HANGED for TREASON, for BETRAYING THE CROWN.” She whispered roughly, eyes narrowed. “And that happened after we fought him last, McCree. So tell me how a dead man can be sailing towards us now? How he can his ship be here if he was hung by the Ccrown? You know-”

“I ain’t know SHIT, Fareeha,” he snapped back, turning to look at her. “All I know is that there be his ship, and if that bastard ain’t dead, then I’m gonna be the one to kill him myself.”

Their conversation was cut off by a call from the look out; The enemy was coming in fast, within range. Fareeha growled in annoyance, growing into a full blown roar, as she stormed away, down onto the main deck. “ALL CREW TO YOUR POSTS! Every man be ready to fire as soon as they come close enough, on the captain’s word, and don’t let those bastards board! If they do, have those swords ready and be prepared to fight to the death! We fight against treacherous cowards on this night, and the Sea Gods will smile on us for painting the deck with their blood! Now all crew, to your posts, on the Captain’s command!” There was a raw silence that cannot be described as the crew fell into place, waiting with anticipation for the captain’s word. The enemy ship came closer into view, black on the horizon as the sun slipped further beneath the sea, the sky beginning to fade to the inky black of the night. Every breath was hitched as the black flag that flew from the mast came into view, the white Cow skull wreathed in red flying in the wind. The Blackwatch. All men waited, muscles burning and adrenaline pumping, as the ship came closer into view, lit in the pale light of the moon. Until finally, McCree’s roar tore through the silence, ripping it to shreds, filling the hearts of every man with the will to fight, to live, or to die trying. “FIRE!”

Cannons exploded in an instant, reverberating through the hull of the ship and shaking the waves beneath them. The sound was loud and hollow, cracking the ears of the sailors that clutched the guns in their place as they scrambled to reload and refill the powder. A few hit their mark, bursting through the hull of the enemy ship with the sound of splintering wood magnified by a thousand. Their cannon fire was met with it’s own encore, enemy fire hurtling through the air. One tore through the front most gun, sending shock waves through the ship that took men off their feet.

Fareeha grunted, grabbing hold of the main mast to steady herself. McCree growled in frustration, feeling a pain in his side that only a captain can feel when their ship is damaged. He whirled the helm away, trying to encircle the ship and go at it from a different way, but the enemy was smarter, faster. They had sacrificed the ability to shoot first and gain the most physical blows on the hull for the opportunity to focus on speed, on getting in close. Cannon fire continued to resound, but the enemy ship only slid closer, too close for comfort. Fareeha was screaming orders, and their guns continued to blast, tearing into the enemy ship, but it seemed as though it did nothing. No matter how many of their cannonballs ate into the enemy hull, the ship remained standing, drawing ever closer, shooting their own guns into the Deadlock all the while.

“Captain! We’re takin’ on water down here, sir!” A crew member called as they clambered from below deck, and McCree could feel it with the slow pitch of the main bow.

He drew his gun, abandoning the helm as the ship slotted up beside the Deadlock, thundering down the steps onto the main deck. “BOARD THE ENEMY SHIP!” He screamed, and the crew didn’t have to be told twice, dropping ropes and grabbing at their weapons. “Don’t let them get away with this, kill every one of those bastards! And if you can, bring me the Captain ALIVE!” Fareeha was the first one to lead the charge, grabbing hold of a rope and swinging the gap onto the enemy deck, sword drawn and at the ready. Crew members followed her without hesitation, dropping onto the Blackwatch deck with screams of war.

But just as his crew began bridging the gap, so did the crew of the BlackWatch. They swung across and dropped to his deck, swords and guns drawn and ready. Jesse’s face twistedin confusion when he saw them, these crew members dressed in all black with red paint smeared across their faces. These were no ordinary sailors; they were Talon mercenaries, ocean thugs and vigilantes whose loyalty could be bought buy the highest bidder. Had they stolen the BlackWatch? That was suddenly a very real possibility. If not, What in gods name would Reyes be doing with Talon? He had always detested them, hated how they had no real loyalty. But, then again, neither did Reyes, Jesse grimaced.

His thoughts were cut short when a group of them turned his way, and he pulled his gun just in time. ‘BANGBANGBANG’ and they all hit the deck, one after another. Jesse jumped over them, drawing his sword in his mechanical left arm, wielding his glittering pistol in his right. Had there been anyone there to simply observe the battle, they would have been awestruck by the pirate captain. He tore through the ranks of the Talon soldiers, hacking with his sword and finishing with his pistol like it was a fluid dance. McCree ducked in and out of his own crew and the enemy easily, making good headway, spurned on by the pounding of his heart and the rush of battle. He was a warrior at his core, a soldier trained by the seas, and he had fought countless times. The men of Talon were no match for him.

He had cleared a group of them, bodies stacked around him, and noticed their numbers dwindling, a few even roping back over to the BlackWatch. McCree grinned darkly, ready to call out a victory cry, when a hollow ‘CLICK’ echoed beside his ear. He didn’t move; He knew that sound, and felt with it the cold of the barrel of a gun. He couldn’t see who held it, but he didn’t have to. Jesse felt the air grow cold and quiet, the sounds of the battle dying down as he watched his crew members freeze up, eyes wide in fear and horror as they watched their captain stand still with a gun pressed to his head, though their eyes were on the man who held the gun. Jesse scowled as he watched them become overtaken by the Talon men, shoved to their knees, guns to their heads and knives at their throats. He could see others being thrown overboard into the dark water, or being dragged back onto the Deadlock from the BlackWatch. Somewhere behind him, he heard Fareeha struggling as she was pulled back on board, cursing and screaming, a lone voice in the quiet.

“Get your hands off me you motherfuckers, there will be justice here, I will be sure of that! I will kill you all where you stand, I will….” But her voice faded out, replaced by a gasp of horror. When she spoke again, the rage in her voice was gone, now only a quiet whisper of fear. “What in gods name…. Gabriel…?” It was then he heard the laugh. A laugh that sounded cold and wet, reverberating and rough like spoken sand paper, that chilled McCree to his bones. It made his blood run cold, a laugh like the devil himself, followed by a voice to match. “Did you miss me, Ingrate? It’s been a long time.”

Jesse didn’t have to see his face to hear the smile that was playing on his lips. His voice was warbled and evil, but without a doubt it was the same voice he used to know so well. His skin crawled when he heard it, hair prickling on the back of his neck. He heard heavy footfalls, felt the tip of the gun slide across the back of his head, until finally, the figure stood before him.

Jesse McCree was not a religious man by any means, but he had spent too long living on the seas to not believe in magic, and know that there were too many secrets beneath the waves to ever know. What stood before him now only cemented that the Devil was one of those secrets, and that he stood before him now. The man before him had skin that was shriveled and pale with death, wet and glossy like that of a body left to the waves too long. His eyes were pure black, empty voids that bore into Jesse’s soul. His mouth was turned up into more than a smile, a snarl of teeth that looked like they had all come from different masters, sharp and yellow. The top of his head was covered in a hat that was dripping with sea water and mosses, lichens hanging down onto his shoulders. Open wounds littered his face, and worked their way down his neck until his flesh disappeared into a black coat. Smoke poured out from behind him, and the base of his coat flowed and licked like the tendrils of an octopus. The hand that held the gun before Jesse’s eyes was as pale and shriveled as his face, but his fingernails were long and curved like claws, sickly black in color. Smoke poured from between the gaps in his teeth, filtering into the night air.

He was no man. He was a monster.

McCree couldn’t hide his revulsion, but the rage within him bubbled up over the fear. “Been a long time, huh? I don’t think we’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting.”

The creature laughed, shaking his head. “Oh my son, don’t you recognize your old friend? You always were such a rude boy.”

“Y’ain’t no friend of mine,” Jesse spat. “I don’t make a habit of makin’ friends with the devil. ‘Specially not one parading around in the skin of a man that betrayed me.”

The monster scoffed, shaking his head. “You always were so selfish, mijo. But that’s alright. I haven’t come to talk. I’ve come for justice.”

Behind him, he heard Fareeha find her voice. “Justice?! What do you know of Justice?! You betrayed us all! You betrayed my mother and our family, you bastard! We loved you and trusted you! We-”

McCree heard a solid sounds and a sharp cough, no doubt as a Talon Agent kicked her in the stomach, and he started to whirl around, but was answered with the sharp click of the monster pulling back the hammer on his gun. He glared, anger burning in his chest as he stared down the devil, the reaper that held a gun between his eyes. He wasn’t one to be a captive, but he had been in many a stand off. He knew how to hold his ground.

“As I was saying,” the Reaper growled. “I have come for justice. Against every one that was a part of that hideously laughable excuse of a ‘family.’” The monster took a step closer, and Jesse took a step back. The beast cackled again, shaking it’s head. “You don’t understand Mijo. I’m going to make you all suffer the way you made me suffer. I will make your worst fears a reality. I will not rest until every last sailor on the seas fears me and knows my glory. And what better way to start that than by making an example out of the mighty DeadEye? You always were my favorite, so it seems poetic. But I won’t kill you; no, you would like that too much. It would be too easy.

“Instead,” He growled, taking another step towards McCree. “I’m going to take everything you love from you, and you’re going to watch me do it. I’m going to strip you of everything you have worked for, and then leave you to rot the way you left me. And I am going to love every moment of it. Starting now.”

Without warning, he pulled the gun away from Jesse’s head and pointed it to his side, firing. The scream that broke the night air was murderous, a blood curdling scream of agony, and Jesse felt his heart stop in his throat. He whirled around to see Fareeha crumpled on her side, clutching at her chest as thick dark blood pooled around her, the moon reflecting off its black glassy surface. His ears were ringing and time stopped. He couldn’t breathe, wind punched out of him, and if he screamed, he didn’t register it. He took a step towards her before suddenly there were hands around his neck, cold and sharp, digging into his throat.

He tried to turn, to fight, to run, but the Reaper was holding him by his throat, grinning maddeningly. The beast pulled Jesse’s face close against his, close enough for him to breath in the smell of rotting meat and salt on his breath, the see the tiny specks of red in the center of his eyes. “I’ll come for you again, Jesse McCree. I will come for you every time, and I will find you no matter how much you run. And I will take everything you love from you. And you will have to live with that and suffer how I have suffered. Consider this your chance at a head start.”

Before he could fight back, the Reaper hurtled him over the edge of the ship, laughing that same terrible laugh. He fell through the air, tumbling over himself, mind a whirling mess of emotion and pain. He thought he could hear Fareeha scream, maybe his name, he couldn’t be sure. But he did hear the Reaper’s voice, cackling and growling out “DIE! DIE! DIE!” accompanied by gunshots and screams, until finally he hit the water.

His breath was knocked out of him again, the contact hitting like a gunshot. His body tumbled beneath the waves, caught in the swell of the ocean, and he clawed his way up to the surface instinctually. Fear bubbled in his chest, the fear all sailors have of the black water of the ocean, merciless and unforgiving. He sucked in stomachs full of ocean water as he struggled, weighed down by his heavy clothing, metal arm not assisting in his efforts to swim. When he finally broke the surface, air burned his lungs worse than the salt water did, his lungs fighting to breathe.

Jesse treaded water for a few moments, thrashing about, trying to regain his senses, when he saw it; before him, standing like a beacon in the night sky, his ship glowed brightly, consumed by fire. He swam towards it frantically, but the waves pulled him away, further and further from the wreckage of his ship. It crumbled in around itself, flames swallowing it up as the fire blazed on. His flag, the skull with the crossed out eye, was eaten away into nothingness, the mast giving a mighty earsplitting creak as it fell into the sea. The entire thing fell around itself, ripping apart from itself as it began to slowly sink into the inky waves, Jesse’s heart sinking along with it. He watched, broken and helpless, as the name on the back, “DEADLOCK”, sunk into the ocean, disappearing forever, his crew and only friend along with it.

He tread water for god only knows how long, calling out to his crew, to Fareeha, to Gabriel, to God, to anyone that would hear him. No response came. He was only answered by the sounds of the sea, the howling of the wind, and the echo of his own voice off of the water. How long he stayed like that, he didn’t know. At some point, he gave up on anyone replying, simply kicking and holding onto life as best he could. But it never came. Instead, exhaustion set in, eating at his nerves slowly yet surely until he could no longer kick, could no longer put forth the energy to remain afloat. What did it matter? The only family he had left had been robbed from him, along with the crew he’d come to trust, the ship he had come to captain, and all the treasure he had amassed within it. All his life achievements, his life spent working to better himself, had been for nothing. Everything that made him who he was was now gone, swept away by a monster he had once loved and the ocean itself. Jesse McCree was resigned to Death, and welcomed the exhaustion as it threatened his vision and lulled his eyes closed, and consumed his consciousness until only the blackness remained.

He did not see the shapes beneath the surface of the water that cut through the ocean waves. He was already taken by exhaustion and unconsciousness, unable to see how they circled around him deep beneath the water. How they quarreled with one another, pushing each other out of the way to get a better look at the man floating in the waves, and how his jewelry glittered in the moonlight. Nor did he see the pair of hands that eventually took hold of him, strong and powerful hands that shoved all the others out of the way to claim their prize and drag him down, down beneath the surface.

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When he awoke, all he could taste was salt and blood.

Jesse coughed hard, curling on his side as sea water poured from his lips, gagging hard as he struggled for air. His body burned and ached all over as he sucked in breaths, mind shaking and numb as it struggled to come to its senses. All he could register was the cold and the pain, until slowly the ringing in his ears faded as his lungs began to work again. He laid there on his side, struggling to piece thoughts together as his body struggled to work like normal once more.

What had happened? He fought to remember, mind rattling itself before suddenly it all came back to him all at once. Far too much. Sensory overload. The enemy ship, the battle, the Reaper, Fareeha, the DeadLock sinking into the waves. His breath caught in his throat as the agony, the sorrow, returned. He wanted to cry but wouldn’t allow that of himself; he didn’t deserve to cry, he had no right. McCree curled in around himself, eyes closed tight as he whispered a prayer, quiet and shaky, for Fareeha. He hoped and prayed that somehow she had survived, but part of him quietly knew there was no way. Instead he laid there, letting his emotions tear through him, giving himself time to mourn and hurt. Wherever he was now, be it Heaven or Hell, he could wait a little longer. He needed time.

And time he took, laying out on the cold ground of wherever he was, until his senses slowly returned to him, emotions subsiding slowly with steady pangs of pain. He could feel the cold roughness of the ground on which he lay, and hear drips echo around him every few seconds. Slowly, he cracked his good eye open, taking in what he could of his surroundings. All he was able to see was rock:, dimly lit, rocky walls. He cocked his head, lifting his upper body to take in more of his surroundings.

His muscles screamed in protest but he ignored them, continuing to sit up until he was on his knees. He was in what appeared to be some kind of cave, a few thin beams of light streaming through cracks in the ceiling. The dripping sounds were the stalactites dropping water from the roof of the cave above into what appeared to be a lagoon of water. As he looked about, he saw he was on a rocky outcropping at the center of the lagoon, completely surrounded by ocean water that was a gentle blue-green. Despite the small amount of light breaking through the ceiling of the cave, the entire room glowed a gentle gold color.

The pirate rose to his feet wearily, a laborious task- his long coat and clothes still soaked. He must not be dead, he reasoned (with a fair amount of disappointment), and did an inventory check. He still had his Peacekeeper, but his hat was missing, hair wet and plastered down to his face. His jewelry, the heavy gold rings he had a habit of wearing on each finger of both hands, were gone as well. In addition, his belt and the heavy gold belt buckle he wore with it were gone too. Taken by the sea, he reasoned, before it registered to him there was no way the ocean waves could have gotten all his rings off each finger. Perplexed, he ventured to the edge of the rock on which he stood to get a better view of his surroundings, and nearly fell into the water at what he saw.

The entire sea floor of the cave was coated in gold; gold coins, gold statues, chests overflowing with jewelry, goblets and gems that shined through the crystal clear water. McCree could make out suits of armor, statues, crowns, all growing lichens and barnacles, but still shining brightly beneath the waves. It was almost too much for the pirate to take in; in all his years and all his adventures, Captain McCree had never seen this much gold in one place. Surely he was dead and this was heaven, for there was no way this could be real. His pain was forgotten, lost to the wonder that lit up his senses like that of a child. He had half a mind to pull of his boots and dive in the water, until a splash from behind him put him on full alert.

He spun around in an instant, drawing Peacekeeper and firing without a second thought. But the weapon only gave a resounding thud as the hammer fell on wet gunpowder. Jesse was glad it had. For before him, peeking out from the water, he could see two dark glowing eyes staring directly at him. A pool of long dark hair flowed around them, hindering his view of what was beneath it, but he didn’t have to see to know. Finned ears poked out from the inky locks, and the eyes bobbed up and down in the water but never wavered from his face. Jesse’s heart stopped in his chest. Yes, he knew what those eyes meant. He’d been a sailor long enough to know eyes like that; eyes with slits for pupils that glowed like the moon.

Sirens.

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Peter Oneshot 1/2

(A/N: Hey guys! I just finished Arrow, or what of it is on Netflix, at least. At this point, that means seasons 1-4. No spoilers in the comments guys! DON’T DO IT. Also, thanks to AmazingPhil, I have a very sudden itch to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I was going to watch it, but it’s not on Netflix anymore. *SOBS* Remember to eat something, drink some water and take your meds! Love you!)

Requested oneshot: The reader is Caspian’s sister, but she’s also half mermaid

As their time in Narnia drew on, Peter Pevensie began to feel the need for some of the modern amenities he might have taken for granted in England.

In England, as long as it wasn’t during a bomb raid, they had running water and soaps and such. Those things were commonplace, in every household. One could bathe whenever they needed, and it wouldn’t ever have been an issue.

When the Pevensie children lived in Narnia during the Golden Age, one of the things that took some getting used to was having baths as their only means of washing, and baths in giant tubs made of wood, no less. They took a long time to fill, and Peter always felt guilty upon seeing servants dragging buckets of water up to his room.

When they got to Aslan’s How, Peter could only think of finding a nice stream or small alcove that had cool water running through it.

“I’m going to try to find a stream,” Peter said to his siblings, “or somewhere else to bathe.”

“That’s a good idea,” Susan said, only suddenly realizing just how greasy her hair was. “Be careful.”

“I will,” he replied, stuffing a towel into his bag. The Narnians had turned out to be pretty well stocked on some things, but soap wasn’t one of them.

Peter set off into the woods, knowing that, since streams were common in Narnian forests, he wouldn’t have to walk very far to find somewhere suitable to bathe.

The High King didn’t search for very long. He soon came upon a pool that he assumed lead back to the ocean because of the way it was lapping at the ground around it.

When he looked a bit farther down the bend that the stream went around, he saw what he resolved at first was just a girl, laying on her stomach in the water.

“Hello,” Peter said, trying not to spook her. While she seemed harmless, Narnia was now a different place from the Golden Age. With all the he had learned, Peter couldn’t be sure of anything.

The girl looked up at him, startled. She let out a cry, one that sounded more dolphin than woman. Using her arms, she turned herself around so that her back was facing Peter, revealing the back of her bikini top and tail.

Peter gulped. He had had run in’s with mermaids before, but never this far inland. Usually, the only times they allowed humans to see them was in the open ocean, where they could flee into the deep sea if danger arose. He was relatively sure that she was a mermaid and not one of their cousin species, the sirens, because; A. Sirens took every opportunity they got to trap and kill humans, and B. Siren’s tails are spiky and usually darker than mermaids.

“I’m not going to hurt you-” he tried to say, but the girl had already made her way around the bend and into deeper water.

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Naming of person/persangers nop on the persenger seats should not be done but the nationality should be shown, if many kenyans, TZ, UG, malayasians, philipins, indonesians has board the plane desist please, even 2 people can make the plane to be fallen so that they share the heavy compensation given. The cartel take theirs and give the beneficiary is part because the control the economy of that country 4 you to trade peacefully you must get into their deals or-else frustrated to secure permits/licence. Why lie bro!! The persons fell the plane as much as ethiopians. Susan has bought Awhodi suv car and associates with the money which will be paid prior to delude the public not to know the reality after compensation of the borrowed cash is returned to that person borrowed, lets pretend is Mr President MP. Its a deal or a cartel bwana. Dont panda rich planes as the got more money carried by the passengers as this is a target to bring down these plane, eg The klm, air france but panda poor planes line qatar or emirates as mostly they carry the poor who lack much money- who to the people who long to see lords day LD and who will kill them and every one forms part of the brunt. But keep this in mind poor planes can be brought down even without cash carried in that they are eye the compensation given to the beneficiary the fella has written at the airport at boarding/booking time plus their BMI and pulse rate as well as finger prints with IEBC to avoid the taking time DNA 4 the compensation to be done immediately to avoid the dubious/dirty deals of borrowing cash prior since the compensation is guaranteed later. The DNA aint real coz some people are adopted to the beneficiaries. It null and void bro. China got internet and thats whats control the world so what we got to do with white man, owino or omollo banj, keth ume no hakigeuka rude, oki winj wach kaka nwa nene e-movie cha bwana, Erick utters faintly, en-kamano, its like that bwana. okoblokelonwa- donge joluo. Mfalme wa yawoundi- the luya/sweet/HUSTLE body were wide not slim in shape- vineyard and worker parable- they love sex and out of US greencard they have widely spread accross out of artificial insemination Ai. They are only good in poverty but when situation picks they became jealous to the point of crime and many Us singers got that blood. They aint innovators but look for new jobs and opportunity coupled with jealousy. Gi yar-re in luo, wapana in swahili, women take heed. The song a white woman loughs in the middle shows you how the white people has succeded in her plan to destroy Nigeria, venezuel, arab world, kenya and so forth so on. With electric buses the opec countries no more. If you even eat ground nuts GN and take the map of the world with diffferent nations and you take that place someone in the USA and look at his photo and the countries on the map at the same time, the spirit directs you which country is from or his ancentry, like minaj Jamaica and Uganda and hungary, snoop guok luo blood, R-kelly, neyo, luya blood, jadakiss madi blood, beyonce baganda blood, bow wow uganda as tray songs as tyrese etc. Nigros do this simple mathematics and its not rocket science, morever it doesnt cost a dime and return to your land as per the bible. JD congo blood, braxton aborigin as well as brook, you see australia. Godliath was the make, God or Gody was short cut, lia is cryeast, yath is treeks or medication. Holly trinity, God the father, son, holly Ghost/spirit. SON OF DAVID have mercy on us they thought christ was godliath ready to retaliate. God is dead philosophy. Tricks are short cut sc, scores. Jesusagody, yesusagody he was called.Most white women are jumpy they sleep with masai as well as kisumaites. When you sleep with luya/sweet you became chicky- jesus with little children and not settles as worried. It brings change in character. The said cut wires which runs from the engine of the plane to the pilot sector should run up on the passenger side not down to avoid many words with security issues. Christ with dust is the serpents food and mfalme wa yawhondi, wounds, adhola etc Judge Maraga was voted to serve the interests of the kenyan people as well as rooto or any other women lover dignitary not to have his people on the grass roots to thwart the pleasure of the lovers by wanting every pretty girl around in any major town. If you partake ground nuts you will see them making love to likes of very sidika. How do i know? Take vera photo and the dignitary and you will notice the act. Anaweka tu bwana hiyo fimbo bila kutojali mtu wangu, Anapiga tu rungu boy wa mine. You will have a long day in fighting me, we have recruited over 10 thousand folks who transfigure getting into the pilot belly prior to boarding the jets and our jets makes such a noice that affects the brain making you dull- they are better off and thats what the britons and chinis were waiting and we have sold much to them just awaiting the war. The get into the same plane for example boeng 777, they get into the basement at JKIA and they are tought how to cut wires with plies that if are connected makes the plane fall. These people transform into rodents and again in the laggage center transform to people to cut the said wires, the likes of raila, another sheila who fell from US navy ship now with redened eyes, and susan who owns a pub in ksm. They fell the 1st malaysian air, the red bus from western to Nairobi snd now the Ethiopian air liasing with indians, uhuru, obama, museveni and ruto in the mix among many other individuals. How do i know folks? If you know the named above, if you got some rapport with them, if you partake big brown ground nuts, by looking at the picture of the accident, for example the ethiopian airways on the net, you see the whole drama plus those who planned it on air, just like an alcoholic sees his own things when drunk but to you is real. Mfalme wa yawhodi. Nigros are the ones responsible for all these coz they promise these people love by saying they are this and that tribe. This push the tribe to get money in anyway possible to the point of committing crime. They go to the point of saying they wanna come back making these fellaz zealous. This is two fold, the want these people to be killed to reduce the population for them to come and enjoy or build for selected divas hotel, house and premises to please them. The french, norwergians, Germans, britons, spanish knows clearly which part of the earth they got these people from and history is bold enough to tell us the whole occurence but they will be rude and not accept, so at the end of the day is the white man. Arabs were also there b4 so they can clarify where the nigros were got- goat parable, church you can google please. Luya also share the brunt, they know how to get money online at http://www.2goinvoice.com and the software at weed weed ww cyber and how to connect paypal a/c with bank a/c at the last minutes of fifth hr from the time the card was given to you, not one card but many cards as much as junior a/cs who the lion of judah tribe in genesis 49 got that name from but still working for wahindi even after some of them have done that, evident by their resignation from hindu hard jobs and buying their own tuk tuk and motor bikes. The ones who are still working can enquire from those who have resigned and leave working for the hindu so that they get other indians like them to work for them, even people watching premiere leagues should stop coz they are facilitating money loundring as those matches are payed with the invoice cash, the officials get money from the a/c and thats what they do in their offices all day long- i mean they have been targeted. Ethiopia and Malaysia annihilate these motherfuckers, cutthroat dogs, know nothing but priding themselves people, people who dont liesten, whose backs are bents as prophet isiah pi says let their backs be bent forever in the biblia.He gets into someone who is traveling to Ethiopia or malaysia and the get to that plane whom they want to fell inside someone who also changes as them and when the plane lights put off the change to rodents at the back seat, get that pliers or bomb in the laggage and fell the plane but with them they are safe out of transforming into rodents hidding in a coolar or the black box waiting to be saved, they can even change to fish and swim. With BMI matchine do not forgive them as the bible says. They even operate people who they have organised travel 4, and put bomb inside the bell the likes of raila plays with it by hidding it more when the felled is being scanned at the entrance or at the way leading to boarding the plane. He takes it to the spinol cord, back coz the sensor sense the sides and front more, but when you move as getting off the matchine, they talk to him and move it towards the belly so it is not detected. The luos have became terorists. The uk, france, usa, italy should have a go slow as standstill in their operations as their economy is driven via 2goinvoice. These fellas have been target as they have been given daily 2goinvoice target to withdraw from, i.e the fifa officials. Let the plane have bright lights on the laggage center to bar these fellas who change from transfiguring or let welding machine be incorporated and the wire emanating from the matchine be zigzaged allove the laggage unit to electrocute these individuals, let the feaces fall to the air not getting into the sewer chamber of the plane in the cargo carrying unit. They use the lavarate to flash gadgets down and that someone down gets into the chamber and gets it. Let that be abolished. As a passanger boarding the plane, let your legs be fitted with a scanner or sensoring gadget so you dont change as it will be known. The rule of the thumb is those who change are not partaker of sour things st, soda should be administered in the airpoart to see those who cant drink sour solution so that the gadget to be fixed on them to avoid transfiguring at night in the plane for other purposes unknown to us, for example the fanta soda can do that. They even use match box size drills gotten from neel deep hardware in ksm to perforate holes into the gas cylinder to fall the plane- the hindu and the British and precisely thats why they brought them in East Africa. After the plane falls the money gotten is used to buy players at English premiership. Who to those who trust in Egypt in the book of isiah and i will humble Egypt in the book of Jeremiah and Ezekiel who was kierehere. The dashboard section of the plane ought to have hard wires so the likes of raila dont cut them with pliers to confuse the pilots leading to plane loosing control then crushing and should as well be fitted with cameras, not to mention the luggage side to see who is there and going on- king of the jew beside incorporating whigh voltage wires to electrocute those who transfigure. Who to the people who long to see the day of the lord in malachi four. When this is put in place fellas you wont hear of rampant plane crush pc- pier cianda, chinis, cynthia, collins, pagamum church etc. African countries should not operate planes, e.g, kenya, uganda, tz airways among many other poor nations because they are curious but not engineers at all, they scrutinize the plane which in other-way makes it not safe for travel hence planes fall. They wanna know more about the the plane crush. The aero-plane company e.g, rolls roy, boeng, air bus should not sale planes but operate these planes in every nation en themselves to avoid scrutiny and plane crush or just simply such happenings or occurrences. Plane companies should talk the next day in the media but when the ground crew puts cut hack saw somewhere down there and then tell the changer where is located to use it to cut wires that leads to the pilot sector to fall the plane. To me its a cartel and with my explanation the deal has gone sour. When the money in the plane surpasses the money which was used to buy the plane even three times, what is the loss folks to the company and at the same time benefit to the beneficiaries of the deceased as the will be compensated as much as when the plane is insured we will get new plane. What is Mr trump? Stop laughing when something is critical or looking in the news paper by the photos you have taken as if looking in owe or amusement, as if your deal has gone sour or that someone has hit a mega jackpot and you want to share in his happiness. Friends, pro-act, send missiles to stipa in ksm where they partly train people to fall planes. When one is a terrorist he lacks respect, look at you directly in the eye until you vanish and his eyes on the upper eye lids curves up like wanting to form a triangle. That how they are known. Morever terorists kidnap people without proper reasons and when truth surface they deviate in their reasoning. World reduce electricity to 50 volts for houses to thwart AE technologis coz people are testing 120V-250V motors. Flouresent and energy saver uses between 30-50 volts, Radio and TV uses 24v as much as laptops. Why cant we reduce electricity to 50 volts. Well how will fridge work or cooker let them be fitted with step up transformer to transform 50 volts to maybe 120V or 250V then this pride will vanish, believe me you fellas. People should not be killed but funded, many got big idea in later years if you kill them early like they wanted to kill Nelson Monde, you wount have heard all these. So killing people is white man idea to rob the earth more knowledge and so that the killed people spirit hovers around and help them locate what other dedicated fellas are up to. Look like a child stop looking at someone in the eye all through like you disrespect him or he has known your bad side or deeds. Kenya is rich they say, picture your car with you and they locate its price these side and how much money can do in Africa, stop all these silly scrap. But dont just buy a fake care and take photos with it giving Africans hope that you are that side and we are these side and we got nice cars than you then America is just good in TV. Developed world should crush cars which look like for the poor period. Indians add women period to sources, UN and KEBS should pro-act. Shoes inside got something like half size hack saw glued inside the soul- shindiyo. EHH-vivyo hivyo-donge omera. The USA leaving Venezuela coz now there is nothing in that country which they were upto out of AE technologies in kevin monde facebook a/c, view using your phone as well as arabia world and they have realize all kev is saying is in youtube and he has well provided the gmail a/c he used to comment on youtube and the pasword as well as the recovery option. Now they cant kidnap him coz he removed the phone number. Sonko is giving toy market 5 million coz he twitted me its over and blocked and he cant stand to see that happening, i mean he is ready to die and he is using that platform to tell the world something as well as wa kenyatta potraying indirectly how kikuyou are criminal with him he is malagasian. How do we know folks? By their small, tiny teeths. The women whose body was chopped into parts in Eldoret, i dont know kitale was cut by power saw ps by asenol who is a tuitor in taxi business among many others- just eat ground nuts and see the complete picture by looking at that incident on youtube or newspaper provided you know the culprits. Atm should be fitted with BMI to avoid bank theft or the bank ought to buy pulse rate machine as well as bmi to identify its customers. When they kill all of your next of kin, the bank has a holiday to share your money if they manage to kill you. A software should be provided to enable you check the money online and you can post it on facebook or twitter for friends to find if that money has been withdrawn in-case of your demise. It should just be there even if you die a natural death, the government either should not take it as bond coz also them can kill ya. French president has come to collect his share of the ethiopian air as to the ksh 20M of harambe stars. Check the newspaper fellaz.Hellen rasta wazungus as much as barry of highway and now Australia were part of the plot as much as hindu to induct the luos on how to fall the boeng plane so that its customers shift attention to Europe. Macron Emanuel twitted me that, he is partly Hindu, he sees what you are seeing at the same time not an hour later or tomorrow. How can they give you blue carpent treatment while stile serving then they left you in owe- the salary minimal utters obamaitchel. We must do anything under the sun or we must go out our way to get mone as money. Read the emails on forward up when the text starts and get to see how many people i have sent the email to- stop joking bwana. The Jamaican air that fell was brought down by Sussan and konshens. As much as air china by sussan who was inducted by Hindus using the electrician pliers to cut the wires dat leads to the dashboard. Click the link below for this song Kohttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSwMWDxdqe0nshens - sexin (official music video) tttttt Sheep and Goat parable, River Arkansas is rectangle where moses was put- birth of moses bom- miriam thought it was, so they wanted to dismantle it, rather pharaohs daughter. He was physically handicapped so the bible says he was special moreover saliva was flowing out his mouth. How disabled was he? Chon mochanda niluonga ni omollo, mama nomiya nying no, anyisi moch, kapiel echo miflash chietha nemol kende bila kuflash na maji- eblonene kakendi sawa hasa swears kolo. Click the link below https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9YCplVD3Fkhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9YCplVD3Fk Thats how i used to seduced minaj and the dude rapping is our kid who partly entertains us Kansas is rectangol and i will take Egyptians to KS so that they are landlocked, i mean incarcerate them there to frustrate them also for what they have done that the jew are lazy and them also getting money off 2goinvoice and the hindu saga with them bro. Nigros start to relocate to your land, every person to his land as per the bible. This is my new mail i just guesed the number when gmail provided the optional number. lastcalling45 and password saskatchewan45, i post things on youtube comment on minajs song, churchil live and raw and ecowas and afican union among many other. check it out. Revelation five- root of david who is able to look NIV version, mfalme wa yawhodi, malachi five- who to the people who long to see the lords day but in story building, aero-plane the hindu cant see, this is purely being alcoholic or having discerning spirit, to be able to see the bad or the good in something period. Kebi why smelling sweet and dirt, kevin answering- i am waiting for minaj to come and wash me and thats why precisely i married her, i aint a woman to smell sweet aroma alway, i got to get my head up high, i mean to hustle. Anashika bibi yangu huko durban kweli kweli, bila huruma yaani without second thought, mala mkono kwa paja, matako, kifua, hamsami kila body parts anashika. Masa tatu zina pita bado anashika hachoki, je wanawake hiyo niugwana kweli? The white people were entertaining hindu thinking they can come up with good cars but to no aval but fake ones and they believed to be oil in India but rightnow the AE technology has made oil redundant and they have seen that and now they are leaving the hindu alone as much as arabs and thats precisely american character. The kikuyou were saying they are Nigros to get to the usa and withdraw wide cash from 2goinvoice in mexico and canada as well since they got many banks and two eat free foods and the fact that oil was found in Darkota but AE has eliminated that so they clain lien or allegiance that the inventor is them- We got DNA to test for the parents whom they claim gave birth to the beast or they wanna hack his loggings which they cant. Friends you got to be wise, read between the lines. They say they want to eliminate people who are lazy and just love good things or free things yet themselves cant make those things, they love what has been made, in that they are lazy and them also are more lazier as getting money via www.2goinvoice.com. Every time i want to share my mind by commenting on youtube i open a new Gmail a/c, i find the previous one dis-enabled like [email protected] whose pass-word is botswana20 and now this writing am opening a new one to post as much as tomorrow or everyday. If you pride yourself you must be sulf-sufficient later on dont look for someone you belittle help- the jamaicans, luos or kikuyous, if you need help later humble yourself as much as USA. Ester of Kiwasco was in klm plane that left Amsterdam to Nairobi 5 yrs back in the luggage center looking for cash to fell the plane according to relevant sources from other trusted folks. Let the luggage center be blown by cold air from the atmosphere to freez the intruder to death when the set alarm system rings and the air starts to blow intensely and immediately. Leave many words-mfalme wa yawhodi and the passenger bags be put in hard bags and sealed b4 they are loaded into the plane not just put inside that way giving the intruder easy time to search the money and open the bag to fall the plane or stored hack saw, drill or pliers period. The sheila and susan associated also fell indonesian and philipins air, by partaking ground-nuts you will see if you know them and have the plane phone in the net or news paper. They wanna vist or come to your house to find out if at all you know their plans of plane felling or terorism to eliminate you, still they wanna follow you yet you are screwing the up- unawachimba utters Amani. If you see them offering money on the newspaper just keep it in ming they aint relenting but rude, they want to kidnap to rape or kill. I mean many money issues adverticed on the newspaper, even the estate that the kenyan waiguru minister leaves is built with the fallen indonesian/malaysian air- if you eat njugu you come to understand what am insinuating. Let them put camera on the luggage center but hidden, siren alarm or a voice recognition machine (That recognize the voice of the intruder) that only rings on the pilot side not downward, a corrosive acid sprinkler that as soon as the alarm sound the bright security bulb lights up, the electrocutor always on to thwart the maneuver of the intruder. When they cant hearken to my sentiments then falling a plane is a big business and a cartel. Lazaras parable cements the truth and sheep and goat parable which made Christ arrested, you can google up friends!!!

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