Sanders Sides Drabbles and Oneshots

Bet Virgil Didn't Sea That One

Hey!!! Hey you!!! This isn't my story, this was all made by my amazing friend Faux Bias!

Their writing is absolutely fabulous, and had asked me to post it here since they don't have a one shot book themselves! All credit goes to them! This was a gift to me for my birthday cause they're awesome!!!

TW: Fighting, mentions of past murder, attempted murder (not that serious), rum and brief drinking, heights and ziplines, reverse drowning... Kinda? Ig? Regret

Prompt: Pirate/mermaid au, Virgil is a mermaid who likes to destroy ships. Humans can't defend themselves, after all. Well, except for one.

Virgil really liked humans. The way the land-dwelling creatures ventured out to sea and were still surprised when no-one came back alive. The way they panicked when their ships were overrun with water or when they saw him, right before their deaths.

So that's why it made Virgil's day when he saw a new pirate ship, probably having a few years of use at most.

The underside of the ship was actually pretty small, though it still cast a large shadow over the whole reef. Fish hid, a shake in their tails, and the whole reef seemed to collapse in on itself - away from the merciless predators they had been forced to mind.

The ship was fast, too. It was a strong vessel, despite it's uncharacteristically scaled down design.

Which really should've been Virgil's first clue. First clue that these weren't normal pirates.

It had started out as vengeance on his mother, torturing the ships, but had slowly become a sort of sick pleasure. They couldn't defend themselves, and god knows their karma needed to catch up to them sooner or later. He was far too nimble for the cannonballs, and all their shots fell into dead water. His power over the waves and ocean left them all helpless, falling victim to what they had sworn to conquer.

That's what humans did, if not defacing it first.

Roman, blissfully unaware of his fate, was having a merry time with his mates. Even while he was drunk out of his mind (as if he was really ever in his mind before), his brother still played a good tune. Some of his lads were linked arm-in-arm, while some were happy on their lonesome. Some pirates, such as Logan, were dragged into a pair. Now wasn't the time for duties, it was time to rejoice!

"Fellows! Your attention for two seconds!"

"Shut your wagging gob, you fancy arsehat!"

"Remus, shut the fuck up." Roman told him dryly, erupting a quiet laugh from the crew.

"Lads! Tonight we do no more work! We may have just pulled off the biggest heist in history, and we're still hungry, aren't we, boys?" Replacing the laughter was a loud roar of affirmation, tankards rising to the sky as liquid gold spilled onto the floorboards. Still, their mugs couldn't have been fuller, nor could the grins on their faces.

"Aye!"

"Next, we head to Ebbonyre! And hopefully avoid Davy Jones' locker on the way." The men chuckled dumbly, as if they wouldn't even fathom the possibility.

Fools, surely.

Roman continued his speech, but couldn't help but notice a slight movement in the water. Still, he droned on, though there was now something weighing on his mind. He hadn't been paying full attention to the ocean, being more focused on his crewmates and their vices, but now was regretting it. All he could decipher was black and purple, but nothing more. It was gone as soon as it caught his eye.

He decided he should ease up on the rum.

After all, the rocking of the boat did seem a little... Unusually dramatic. And this is Roman's ship we were talking about.