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As Judas stared up at Jesus, tears in her eyes, she grasped at her and tried desperately to meet her gaze. As she stumbled to her feet, she reached for Beverly's hands and drew close to her.
"It's you that I want," she said. "And I don't just want you. I don't understand it but I want to be near you until the day I die. I wish I knew more than that and I promise I will learn."
Bella had eyes only for Beverly in that moment. There was no one else.
Beverly hadn’t been a captain for long, and frankly, it happened through a series of events chalked up to, ‘massive accident’ by those who knew her. She didn’t even want to sail the seas, thinking boat life too dirty and the warnings against it all the more real as each day passed.
However, she was also determined which is why she was still onboard and when not panicking by herself in a broom closet, ruling with a set of commandments and iron fist.
Her crew didn’t quite fear her, she was too generous, but understood that doing their jobs was important lest they face a perfectly timed and devastating, “I’m not mad, just disappointed…”
Isabella was also determined and ill-suited for the expectations set before her. As a siren her life's purpose was to catch and kill sailors but she hated everything about sailors. They were rough men with liquor on their breaths and calloused hands. When she sang to them they grabbed her in ways she didn't care for.
Technically she was supposed to use her thrall to reproduce but she always chickened out before she got there. Instead she simply robbed them and left them to drown.
Her undersea cave was littered with trinkets and cold, hard, gold.
She wanted more.
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"I wasn't!" her voice trembled. "I swear! I left because I thought I would hurt you if I stayed! I thought you were under my spell. I thought I was manipulating you. But I should have said this. I should have told you. I should not have decided for you!"
She threw herself at Beverly's feet, hands grasping at the hem of her skirt. She looked up with tears in her eyes but her face showed a stronger resolve underneath. She begged not for forgiveness. She only wanted to tell Beverly.
Beverly hadn’t been a captain for long, and frankly, it happened through a series of events chalked up to, ‘massive accident’ by those who knew her. She didn’t even want to sail the seas, thinking boat life too dirty and the warnings against it all the more real as each day passed.
However, she was also determined which is why she was still onboard and when not panicking by herself in a broom closet, ruling with a set of commandments and iron fist.
Her crew didn’t quite fear her, she was too generous, but understood that doing their jobs was important lest they face a perfectly timed and devastating, “I’m not mad, just disappointed…”
Isabella was also determined and ill-suited for the expectations set before her. As a siren her life's purpose was to catch and kill sailors but she hated everything about sailors. They were rough men with liquor on their breaths and calloused hands. When she sang to them they grabbed her in ways she didn't care for.
Technically she was supposed to use her thrall to reproduce but she always chickened out before she got there. Instead she simply robbed them and left them to drown.
Her undersea cave was littered with trinkets and cold, hard, gold.
She wanted more.
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Isabella's lips formed a terse smile. At least he was trying. Her shoulders relaxed as she pulled out a chair for Alex and sat down herself.
"You're looking well," she said. "Alberto tells me that you had some trouble in town today."
Alexander knew the costs of being a siren, needing to constantly be on the move without any place to call home. In fact, he’d tried regular life for a while, blending in with the town folk and ignoring questions about his eyes that glowed at night.
However, incapable of escaping his nature, he was soon enough running from pitchforks back into the water after depleting the cattle and then moving onto the farmers themselves.
That evening was no different, spotting a ship on the horizon and rushing towards it. Within minutes, he was catching sight of the people onboard, smiling with sharp teeth and an aim to seduce and kill.
When Isabella first heard the haunting melody of the siren's song she didn't realize what it was.
It was only after she saw a handful of the crew piling to one side, her own husband included, that she clued in.
Alberto, meanwhile, had been manning the helm when the song caught his ear. Thankfully, he had had enough sense to abandon the wheel and run to the edge.
Isabella seized Alberto by the collar of his shirt and thrust him away from the edge of the ship. She stared out over the inky black sea, lips pursed.
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Isabella shoved past Alex and ran after her.
"Beverly, wait!" she called, voice just barely able to combat the gale surrounding them. "Stop! Don't go! Let me explain!"
Beverly hadn’t been a captain for long, and frankly, it happened through a series of events chalked up to, ‘massive accident’ by those who knew her. She didn’t even want to sail the seas, thinking boat life too dirty and the warnings against it all the more real as each day passed.
However, she was also determined which is why she was still onboard and when not panicking by herself in a broom closet, ruling with a set of commandments and iron fist.
Her crew didn’t quite fear her, she was too generous, but understood that doing their jobs was important lest they face a perfectly timed and devastating, “I’m not mad, just disappointed…”
Isabella was also determined and ill-suited for the expectations set before her. As a siren her life's purpose was to catch and kill sailors but she hated everything about sailors. They were rough men with liquor on their breaths and calloused hands. When she sang to them they grabbed her in ways she didn't care for.
Technically she was supposed to use her thrall to reproduce but she always chickened out before she got there. Instead she simply robbed them and left them to drown.
Her undersea cave was littered with trinkets and cold, hard, gold.
She wanted more.
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Alexander had never enjoyed formal events, usually forced into an outfit he didn’t like and paraded around as if to say, ‘our kingdom is better than yours because our prince can read, write, and use a soup spoon’. However, what he did enjoy was meeting other people his age, terribly bored of tutors and adults everywhere.
Even his siblings didn’t pay much attention to him, everybody busy with learning, dealing with magic unknown to him, or trying to carve their own paths. He had the docks, able to slip away at night every so often and learn words he’d get his mouth washed out with soap for, but that wasn’t enough for him.
Isabella was a wicked and ungrateful little girl. That's what her tutors would tell you, anyway. Once, she was a fragile thing, born with a weak heart and not long for this world. The best doctors in the kingdom agreed, she would not reach her first birthday. Then, she did. And she reached her second, and third, and fifth, and eighth, and then tenth. As the years went on, miraculously, she grew stronger. At the age of eleven, she was as well as any child her age should be.
Some, her parents included, could not see her as anything but a fragile young girl. Her strengthening had been so sudden and unprecedented that it simply didn't make sense. It must have been a gift of mercy from the heavens above. But Bella wasn't satisfied with that gift. Now that she had her strength, she wanted her freedom. She began to make that her tutors' problems. She spent most days escaping the castle, fleeing her lessons.
Today, however, she was in a neighbouring kingdom with her mother and father. This was one royal duty she could not wriggle out of.
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#is seems like you have lots of ideas hehehe#I love the idea of a role reversal!!#and Alex's twin dying in the process:0#maybe#hear me out#Alex's country has a working class uprising and his brother is killed in the seige#Alex is sent to live with his betrothed to protect him#back home people compete to become the new rulers#and Bella and Alex get this half-cocked plan to join the competiton and reclaim Alex's throne#except Beverly and Alberto discover them?
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Isabella snorted.
"Bread is bread," she said. "But fine. Let's go, if you insist it is special."
As they walked, Bella ventured conversation again. Food seemed an easy topic.
"Have you ever had pasta? It's practically all we eat back home." Ah, her old fallback. Lying.
Alexander had never enjoyed formal events, usually forced into an outfit he didn’t like and paraded around as if to say, ‘our kingdom is better than yours because our prince can read, write, and use a soup spoon’. However, what he did enjoy was meeting other people his age, terribly bored of tutors and adults everywhere.
Even his siblings didn’t pay much attention to him, everybody busy with learning, dealing with magic unknown to him, or trying to carve their own paths. He had the docks, able to slip away at night every so often and learn words he’d get his mouth washed out with soap for, but that wasn’t enough for him.
Isabella was a wicked and ungrateful little girl. That's what her tutors would tell you, anyway. Once, she was a fragile thing, born with a weak heart and not long for this world. The best doctors in the kingdom agreed, she would not reach her first birthday. Then, she did. And she reached her second, and third, and fifth, and eighth, and then tenth. As the years went on, miraculously, she grew stronger. At the age of eleven, she was as well as any child her age should be.
Some, her parents included, could not see her as anything but a fragile young girl. Her strengthening had been so sudden and unprecedented that it simply didn't make sense. It must have been a gift of mercy from the heavens above. But Bella wasn't satisfied with that gift. Now that she had her strength, she wanted her freedom. She began to make that her tutors' problems. She spent most days escaping the castle, fleeing her lessons.
Today, however, she was in a neighbouring kingdom with her mother and father. This was one royal duty she could not wriggle out of.
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"I'm not allowed outside. I'm not allowed to do anything. I was sick as a baby, but I got better. Now everyone treats me like a strong breeze would blow me over and I have to sneak everywhere I go. Meanwhile, you don't look like a prince either. You're filthy and my father said you were poorly-behaved and constantly vying for attention. Is that true? If so, I think we'll be good friends."
Alexander had never enjoyed formal events, usually forced into an outfit he didn’t like and paraded around as if to say, ‘our kingdom is better than yours because our prince can read, write, and use a soup spoon’. However, what he did enjoy was meeting other people his age, terribly bored of tutors and adults everywhere.
Even his siblings didn’t pay much attention to him, everybody busy with learning, dealing with magic unknown to him, or trying to carve their own paths. He had the docks, able to slip away at night every so often and learn words he’d get his mouth washed out with soap for, but that wasn’t enough for him.
Isabella was a wicked and ungrateful little girl. That's what her tutors would tell you, anyway. Once, she was a fragile thing, born with a weak heart and not long for this world. The best doctors in the kingdom agreed, she would not reach her first birthday. Then, she did. And she reached her second, and third, and fifth, and eighth, and then tenth. As the years went on, miraculously, she grew stronger. At the age of eleven, she was as well as any child her age should be.
Some, her parents included, could not see her as anything but a fragile young girl. Her strengthening had been so sudden and unprecedented that it simply didn't make sense. It must have been a gift of mercy from the heavens above. But Bella wasn't satisfied with that gift. Now that she had her strength, she wanted her freedom. She began to make that her tutors' problems. She spent most days escaping the castle, fleeing her lessons.
Today, however, she was in a neighbouring kingdom with her mother and father. This was one royal duty she could not wriggle out of.
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"Pffft. Of course we can still be friends. I lie all the time, usually when people ask me where I've been. You're kind of a coward, aren't you? You're awfully afraid of screwing up for someone who suggested we ditch our parents' meeting."
Alexander had never enjoyed formal events, usually forced into an outfit he didn’t like and paraded around as if to say, ‘our kingdom is better than yours because our prince can read, write, and use a soup spoon’. However, what he did enjoy was meeting other people his age, terribly bored of tutors and adults everywhere.
Even his siblings didn’t pay much attention to him, everybody busy with learning, dealing with magic unknown to him, or trying to carve their own paths. He had the docks, able to slip away at night every so often and learn words he’d get his mouth washed out with soap for, but that wasn’t enough for him.
Isabella was a wicked and ungrateful little girl. That's what her tutors would tell you, anyway. Once, she was a fragile thing, born with a weak heart and not long for this world. The best doctors in the kingdom agreed, she would not reach her first birthday. Then, she did. And she reached her second, and third, and fifth, and eighth, and then tenth. As the years went on, miraculously, she grew stronger. At the age of eleven, she was as well as any child her age should be.
Some, her parents included, could not see her as anything but a fragile young girl. Her strengthening had been so sudden and unprecedented that it simply didn't make sense. It must have been a gift of mercy from the heavens above. But Bella wasn't satisfied with that gift. Now that she had her strength, she wanted her freedom. She began to make that her tutors' problems. She spent most days escaping the castle, fleeing her lessons.
Today, however, she was in a neighbouring kingdom with her mother and father. This was one royal duty she could not wriggle out of.
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"No, no that's alright," whispered Alberto with his face in his hands. "Just put it away, now. Hide it."
He wasn't upset that Alex had stolen. He was mortified that Alex didn't know how to keep it hidden, showing it brazenly for everyone to see.
"Stand there with your hands on your pockets," he said softly, and he returned to look for what he needed.
Alexander knew the costs of being a siren, needing to constantly be on the move without any place to call home. In fact, he’d tried regular life for a while, blending in with the town folk and ignoring questions about his eyes that glowed at night.
However, incapable of escaping his nature, he was soon enough running from pitchforks back into the water after depleting the cattle and then moving onto the farmers themselves.
That evening was no different, spotting a ship on the horizon and rushing towards it. Within minutes, he was catching sight of the people onboard, smiling with sharp teeth and an aim to seduce and kill.
When Isabella first heard the haunting melody of the siren's song she didn't realize what it was.
It was only after she saw a handful of the crew piling to one side, her own husband included, that she clued in.
Alberto, meanwhile, had been manning the helm when the song caught his ear. Thankfully, he had had enough sense to abandon the wheel and run to the edge.
Isabella seized Alberto by the collar of his shirt and thrust him away from the edge of the ship. She stared out over the inky black sea, lips pursed.
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"I know, amore mio, I know. I'm sorry, I know that I can be impulsive. I appreciate you letting her stay nonetheless. I feel that she needs us, mio diamante. I believe that we are the only ones who can help her."
He let our a heavy sigh.
"I'm sorry to make you uneasy, Pierre. I know it is not fair to you, but the world has not been fair to her either."
Beverly hadn’t been a captain for long, and frankly, it happened through a series of events chalked up to, ‘massive accident’ by those who knew her. She didn’t even want to sail the seas, thinking boat life too dirty and the warnings against it all the more real as each day passed.
However, she was also determined which is why she was still onboard and when not panicking by herself in a broom closet, ruling with a set of commandments and iron fist.
Her crew didn’t quite fear her, she was too generous, but understood that doing their jobs was important lest they face a perfectly timed and devastating, “I’m not mad, just disappointed…”
Isabella was also determined and ill-suited for the expectations set before her. As a siren her life's purpose was to catch and kill sailors but she hated everything about sailors. They were rough men with liquor on their breaths and calloused hands. When she sang to them they grabbed her in ways she didn't care for.
Technically she was supposed to use her thrall to reproduce but she always chickened out before she got there. Instead she simply robbed them and left them to drown.
Her undersea cave was littered with trinkets and cold, hard, gold.
She wanted more.
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Alberto pulled him toward a stall that sold an assortment of secondhand trinkets.
"I'm looking for something specific," he murmured. "Not sure what but I'll know it when I see it."
He sifted through the piles, turning things over to inspect them.
"Pick something," he said. "I'll get it for you as a gift."
Alexander knew the costs of being a siren, needing to constantly be on the move without any place to call home. In fact, he’d tried regular life for a while, blending in with the town folk and ignoring questions about his eyes that glowed at night.
However, incapable of escaping his nature, he was soon enough running from pitchforks back into the water after depleting the cattle and then moving onto the farmers themselves.
That evening was no different, spotting a ship on the horizon and rushing towards it. Within minutes, he was catching sight of the people onboard, smiling with sharp teeth and an aim to seduce and kill.
When Isabella first heard the haunting melody of the siren's song she didn't realize what it was.
It was only after she saw a handful of the crew piling to one side, her own husband included, that she clued in.
Alberto, meanwhile, had been manning the helm when the song caught his ear. Thankfully, he had had enough sense to abandon the wheel and run to the edge.
Isabella seized Alberto by the collar of his shirt and thrust him away from the edge of the ship. She stared out over the inky black sea, lips pursed.
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Isabella shook her head.
"I was supposed to die when I was a baby, but I lived because God is merciful or something," she said blandly. "Now I'm fine. I'm not undead, I don't think. Sometimes, I have dreams that I am, though, but they're just dreams."
She shrugged.
"Even if the monster I saw was small, at least it was real. Yours are fake, I can tell."
Alexander had never enjoyed formal events, usually forced into an outfit he didn’t like and paraded around as if to say, ‘our kingdom is better than yours because our prince can read, write, and use a soup spoon’. However, what he did enjoy was meeting other people his age, terribly bored of tutors and adults everywhere.
Even his siblings didn’t pay much attention to him, everybody busy with learning, dealing with magic unknown to him, or trying to carve their own paths. He had the docks, able to slip away at night every so often and learn words he’d get his mouth washed out with soap for, but that wasn’t enough for him.
Isabella was a wicked and ungrateful little girl. That's what her tutors would tell you, anyway. Once, she was a fragile thing, born with a weak heart and not long for this world. The best doctors in the kingdom agreed, she would not reach her first birthday. Then, she did. And she reached her second, and third, and fifth, and eighth, and then tenth. As the years went on, miraculously, she grew stronger. At the age of eleven, she was as well as any child her age should be.
Some, her parents included, could not see her as anything but a fragile young girl. Her strengthening had been so sudden and unprecedented that it simply didn't make sense. It must have been a gift of mercy from the heavens above. But Bella wasn't satisfied with that gift. Now that she had her strength, she wanted her freedom. She began to make that her tutors' problems. She spent most days escaping the castle, fleeing her lessons.
Today, however, she was in a neighbouring kingdom with her mother and father. This was one royal duty she could not wriggle out of.
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"I've seen monsters too!" Isabella said proudly. "Just man-sized ones, though. How big was the one you saw?"
She did not seem afraid in the slightest. She followed Alex closely, glancing around as she ran to take in the forest.
Alexander had never enjoyed formal events, usually forced into an outfit he didn’t like and paraded around as if to say, ‘our kingdom is better than yours because our prince can read, write, and use a soup spoon’. However, what he did enjoy was meeting other people his age, terribly bored of tutors and adults everywhere.
Even his siblings didn’t pay much attention to him, everybody busy with learning, dealing with magic unknown to him, or trying to carve their own paths. He had the docks, able to slip away at night every so often and learn words he’d get his mouth washed out with soap for, but that wasn’t enough for him.
Isabella was a wicked and ungrateful little girl. That's what her tutors would tell you, anyway. Once, she was a fragile thing, born with a weak heart and not long for this world. The best doctors in the kingdom agreed, she would not reach her first birthday. Then, she did. And she reached her second, and third, and fifth, and eighth, and then tenth. As the years went on, miraculously, she grew stronger. At the age of eleven, she was as well as any child her age should be.
Some, her parents included, could not see her as anything but a fragile young girl. Her strengthening had been so sudden and unprecedented that it simply didn't make sense. It must have been a gift of mercy from the heavens above. But Bella wasn't satisfied with that gift. Now that she had her strength, she wanted her freedom. She began to make that her tutors' problems. She spent most days escaping the castle, fleeing her lessons.
Today, however, she was in a neighbouring kingdom with her mother and father. This was one royal duty she could not wriggle out of.
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Isabella flashed him a toothy grin.
"Oh, we're going to be good friends, you and I. I thought you'd never ask. Let's go."
Bella started off immediately for the door, not waiting for Alex to lead the way. She was an expert at sneaking past those intended to.guard her so she hardly made a sound as she crept toward the door.
Alexander had never enjoyed formal events, usually forced into an outfit he didn’t like and paraded around as if to say, ‘our kingdom is better than yours because our prince can read, write, and use a soup spoon’. However, what he did enjoy was meeting other people his age, terribly bored of tutors and adults everywhere.
Even his siblings didn’t pay much attention to him, everybody busy with learning, dealing with magic unknown to him, or trying to carve their own paths. He had the docks, able to slip away at night every so often and learn words he’d get his mouth washed out with soap for, but that wasn’t enough for him.
Isabella was a wicked and ungrateful little girl. That's what her tutors would tell you, anyway. Once, she was a fragile thing, born with a weak heart and not long for this world. The best doctors in the kingdom agreed, she would not reach her first birthday. Then, she did. And she reached her second, and third, and fifth, and eighth, and then tenth. As the years went on, miraculously, she grew stronger. At the age of eleven, she was as well as any child her age should be.
Some, her parents included, could not see her as anything but a fragile young girl. Her strengthening had been so sudden and unprecedented that it simply didn't make sense. It must have been a gift of mercy from the heavens above. But Bella wasn't satisfied with that gift. Now that she had her strength, she wanted her freedom. She began to make that her tutors' problems. She spent most days escaping the castle, fleeing her lessons.
Today, however, she was in a neighbouring kingdom with her mother and father. This was one royal duty she could not wriggle out of.
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"You have dirt on your nose," said Isabella pointedly. "My parents said you were a nice young boy but you seem pretty dazed to me. Are you always this blunt?" She was not asking to be cruel. Her aim, clearly, was to return Alex's comments to him. It was as if she were agreeing to play his game.
Alexander had never enjoyed formal events, usually forced into an outfit he didn’t like and paraded around as if to say, ‘our kingdom is better than yours because our prince can read, write, and use a soup spoon’. However, what he did enjoy was meeting other people his age, terribly bored of tutors and adults everywhere.
Even his siblings didn’t pay much attention to him, everybody busy with learning, dealing with magic unknown to him, or trying to carve their own paths. He had the docks, able to slip away at night every so often and learn words he’d get his mouth washed out with soap for, but that wasn’t enough for him.
Isabella was a wicked and ungrateful little girl. That's what her tutors would tell you, anyway. Once, she was a fragile thing, born with a weak heart and not long for this world. The best doctors in the kingdom agreed, she would not reach her first birthday. Then, she did. And she reached her second, and third, and fifth, and eighth, and then tenth. As the years went on, miraculously, she grew stronger. At the age of eleven, she was as well as any child her age should be.
Some, her parents included, could not see her as anything but a fragile young girl. Her strengthening had been so sudden and unprecedented that it simply didn't make sense. It must have been a gift of mercy from the heavens above. But Bella wasn't satisfied with that gift. Now that she had her strength, she wanted her freedom. She began to make that her tutors' problems. She spent most days escaping the castle, fleeing her lessons.
Today, however, she was in a neighbouring kingdom with her mother and father. This was one royal duty she could not wriggle out of.
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"You are not grotesque," Bella whispered. Her eyes were wide and full of wonder as she looked upon Pierre. "I meant it when I said you were handsome." A smile crept across her face. "I think I understand," she whispered.
She looked into Pierre's eyes, tears brimming in her own. Every day it seemed she learned something new, some new way of being and of liberating oneself. She reached out a hand, offering it to Pierre. It was a peace offering. She wanted to fling herself into his arms but she knew he would not have that. Finally, the siren was learning how humans valued touch when they were of sound mind.
"Sailors talk often of angels," she said. "I would think you might be one. You and your husband both, but mostly you."
Beverly hadn’t been a captain for long, and frankly, it happened through a series of events chalked up to, ‘massive accident’ by those who knew her. She didn’t even want to sail the seas, thinking boat life too dirty and the warnings against it all the more real as each day passed.
However, she was also determined which is why she was still onboard and when not panicking by herself in a broom closet, ruling with a set of commandments and iron fist.
Her crew didn’t quite fear her, she was too generous, but understood that doing their jobs was important lest they face a perfectly timed and devastating, “I’m not mad, just disappointed…”
Isabella was also determined and ill-suited for the expectations set before her. As a siren her life's purpose was to catch and kill sailors but she hated everything about sailors. They were rough men with liquor on their breaths and calloused hands. When she sang to them they grabbed her in ways she didn't care for.
Technically she was supposed to use her thrall to reproduce but she always chickened out before she got there. Instead she simply robbed them and left them to drown.
Her undersea cave was littered with trinkets and cold, hard, gold.
She wanted more.
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#oh#my#norman#i feel like the air has been evacuated from my chest#You're a poet#I'm still reeling from the beauty of this paragraph#wow
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"There's something different about you," said Bella. "And by different, I mean the same. There is something that separates me from most humans I've met that doesn't separate us. What is it?" Bella breathed.
Beverly hadn’t been a captain for long, and frankly, it happened through a series of events chalked up to, ‘massive accident’ by those who knew her. She didn’t even want to sail the seas, thinking boat life too dirty and the warnings against it all the more real as each day passed.
However, she was also determined which is why she was still onboard and when not panicking by herself in a broom closet, ruling with a set of commandments and iron fist.
Her crew didn’t quite fear her, she was too generous, but understood that doing their jobs was important lest they face a perfectly timed and devastating, “I’m not mad, just disappointed…”
Isabella was also determined and ill-suited for the expectations set before her. As a siren her life's purpose was to catch and kill sailors but she hated everything about sailors. They were rough men with liquor on their breaths and calloused hands. When she sang to them they grabbed her in ways she didn't care for.
Technically she was supposed to use her thrall to reproduce but she always chickened out before she got there. Instead she simply robbed them and left them to drown.
Her undersea cave was littered with trinkets and cold, hard, gold.
She wanted more.
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