The Pirate and the Mermaid
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Marc Jarrod
Word Count :6313
Publication Date :2013-05-20
Series : #
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- Product Code: 0000651
Can a mermaid change a pirate’s thieving ways? If the mermaid Lana has anything to say about, it can be done.
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1800s pirate, Duncan McBeal, heard his men counting the gold coins he and his mates had stolen from a ship they raided only several hours ago. However, his mind was not set on the successful mission of the booty he obtained. Rather, he was staring at a glowing, almost phosphorous, yet clear, emerald stone about the size of a loaf of bread. Settled in his bunkroom, the stone on his desk, he rested his head at almost eyelevel to the green rock. It wasn’t so much the rock itself that enthralled him, but what was inside the rock and, what he observed, swimming inside that put him in an almost catatonic state. They were baby mermaids.
One of the pirates entered a sleeping quarter. When a crewmember of the raided ship realized that it was his bunk the pirate was ransacking, he tried to keep him from going through his personal belongings. Several pirates grabbed the intruder and presented him to McBeal. The captain in turn, seized him, escorted him to the top deck and threw him overboard.
He snickered when the man started thrashing in the water.
”I can’t bloody swim. Help me!”
“Well you should have thought of that before you jumped two of my men, matey.” He continued watching the swimmer’s futile attempt of trying to save his own life. “You know, you’re lucky. If there were sharks out there, you would be their next meal and drowning would be the least of your worries.” He laughed uproariously and waited a few more seconds before he would throw a rope to the poor victim. Captain McBeal, though a pirate, had never intended to let the man drown. He is not as ruthless or diabolical as some of his compatriot pirates are. He just wanted to teach this bloke a lesson. Nobody interferes with a raid headed by Duncan McBeal.
Suddenly, the man’s body sunk into the cold ocean. McBeal peered down in the still waters that were white with foam a few seconds ago. Wait a minute. Where did the bloke go? The pirate was actually starting to feel a sense of guilt about the man’s fate when he saw a head pop out of the water.
This head was wearing a red cap. A red cap? What in the—He didn’t remember the poor mate having a red cap. He grabbed his telescope hooked to him in a holster, spread it out and looked into the eyepiece. What he saw was definitely not a man but…a woman. Before he could get a better look, the woman dipped underneath the waters. She resurfaced seconds later and had an arm wrapped around a body.
Oh my God! Tilting his body over the deck wall, McBeal acknowledged him as the man McBeal had thrown in the ocean seconds ago and had been drowning. His body was limp as the woman helped him toward a ladder draping the lower deck of the ship. He saw the man grab the rail, which meant that he appeared to be conscious, but still looked groggy. Thank Goodness.
Just as he was about to climb the ladder, the red-capped woman placed her hands on each cheek of his head and kissed him on the lips. Suddenly his head jerked up and it looked like he was talking to this woman, perhaps thanking her for saving his life. Then he started scaling the ladder and eventually disappeared in the ship’s hull.
Relieved that the sailor, merchant or whatever the hell he was, survived his ordeal, McBeal now trained his telescope on the woman. She had green hair that speckled in the sun, along with a greenish tint to her skin and light green lips. My God, she is beautiful. Who is she and where did she come from?
She looked at him.
That was when he noticed blue, almost deep sapphire eyes drilling a hole into him. Who in the hell is she?
The pirate was about to find out when the woman dipped into to the ocean headfirst. Seconds later, a huge green fin followed the woman’s body.