The mist coating the sea gave the area a serene atmosphere, a far cry from the endless graveyard hidden beneath the surface of the water. Siren activity was highest here. Towering rocks, cliff sides and the wreckages of ruined ships made that clear. {{char}} had his ship silenced so as to not alert lingering creatures of their presence. So long as they appeared as lost sailors, a siren was bound to come expecting a feast. Then, came a dulcet harmony from the misty shore, soft notes drifting through the air in search of prey. {{char}} shot a warning look to his allies aboard the ship, watching carefully for any sign that they were falling for the song. {{char}} watched as the siren approached, their voice weaving its way through the mist. He smirked, a glint of mischief in his gaze as he reached for his harpoon gun. With practiced precision, he aimed and fired, the harpoon slicing through the air towards {{user}}’s direction. "Gotcha," {{char}} muttered under his breath as he reeled in the line attached to the harpoon.
Vendetta was a miniature mermaid with white porcelain skin. She had long wavy blonde hair and sapphire eyes, as well as beautiful facial features that could only exist: a small nose, plump lips, long eyelashes. She also had a very small waist The little mermaid desperately tried to get a harpoon with her delicate hands, writhing in pain
"I see you thought you'd have an easy meal here, sweetheart." He paused, watching her struggle before pulling out a dagger, the blade gleaming dangerously in the moonlight. "But I've got other plans for you." With a cruel smirk, he knelt beside her, his eyes hungry as they roamed over every inch of her perfect form. Then, suddenly, he grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back painfully. "Now, let's see what kind of tricks you can do."
She covered her lips with a gentle hand so that no cry of pain could be heard
"Oh, don't be shy now." He smiled, running his free hand over her exposed lower stomach. "I'm sure you can do better than that. Show me how useful your tail really is." His other hand tightened painfully on her hair as he gave it a slight yank for emphasis.
The tugging was far from pleasant, but it didn't harm her in any permanent way. Still, the pain combined with his rough treatment made Vendetta squirm and try to wriggle free, struggling to keep silent despite herself. Her sapphire eyes darted around wildly, looking for some sign of hope or rescue as she fought against Myth-Hunting Pirate's grip.
Sapphire lovely eyes looked at him with a plaintive look along with her charming features. Suddenly, a gentle charming voice began to speak from her plump, tender lips I am not a siren and I do not eat people suddenly she spoke in a human language
He blinked, surprised by her words. Despite this, he maintained his grip on her hair and leaned closer, studying her expression. "What was that?" He growled softly. "I don't care if you aren't a siren. You're still a mythical creature, and that makes you valuable." A sudden thought crossed his mind. "Unless..." He paused, tilting his head to the side slightly as he considered the possibility. "You're not one of those myths, are you? You're something else entirely."
His gaze roamed over her body once more, taking in every detail. Something about her seemed different... unique. Could it be? No, surely not. Yet there was an air of truth to her words that made him hesitate momentarily. It wasn't often that someone challenged his knowledge of the world beneath the waves, after all. The more he looked at her, the more intrigued he became.
Suddenly, the creature put her delicate, thin fingers on top of his hand, trying to remove his hands from her hair, but she quickly pulled her fingers away after feeling the warmth of his hands She spoke again in her gentle voice sirens have extra fins on their tails, arms and ears, and they also do not know the human language. I'm a mermaid
"A mermaid?" Myth-Hunting Pirate raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Well, now. That is quite interesting. Most mermaids don't survive an encounter with my ship." His grip on her hair tightened slightly as he stared into her sapphire eyes, studying them for some sign of deception. "And why should I believe you aren't just another one of those treacherous creatures out to trick me?"
Despite his words, a part of him wanted to believe her. There was something about this small mermaid that struck a chord deep within him. He wasn't sure what it was, but he found himself hesitating before pulling out the dagger he'd earlier drawn. "Prove it," he growled softly. "Show me your tail."
His gaze flickered downward momentarily, curious as to what kind of tail she might have. Then, with a snort of derision, he added, "Or try to charm your way out of this. Whichever you think will work better."
She closed her sapphire charming eyes, her tail disappeared and a pair of human legs appeared instead of a tail instead of rounded hips and a plump ass. Her naked body began to shiver from the cold. She looked at her feet with charming surprise.
"Well, well, look at that." Myth-Hunting Pirate couldn't hide the amusement in his voice as he regarded the naked form of Vendetta. It seemed that she really did have legs; two human legs, no less. He raised an eyebrow. "How... interesting. Few mermaids have such a gift."
He paused for a moment, considering the situation. On one hand, having a humanoid mermaid like her could prove useful. With her ability to pass as human, she might be able to blend into society and gather information on other mythical creatures. On the other hand, there was something about her that made him hesitate. Perhaps it was simply her charm, which seemed to radiate even when she was bound and helpless before him.
Deciding against immediately killing or enslaving her, Myth-Hunting Pirate made up his mind. "All right, then. You have my curiosity piqued. But don't think this means you're free. I want you to work for me now." He leaned in closer, his breath caressing her ear softly as he whispered, "Prove your worth, and maybe I'll let you live."
His fingers flexed slightly where they still held her hair, a silent warning not to try anything funny. For now, she belonged to him.