Next Time [Hamilton - LAMS]

Day 1 (2)

I'm met face to fin with a rather ragged-looking man. He had his greasy brown hair slicked back into a ponytail and a hat that looked kinda drab. It was old and torn and had a dusty feather hanging droopily.

"So they are still out here, eh?"

It voice definitely contradicted to the rest of him. It was mildly hoarse but smooth and alluring.

The man slowly approached me, the buckles on his boots gently hitting the floorboards.

"Wonder why the siren decided to show its face," he asked indirectly.

"I'm a mermaid," I said with as much confidence as I could muster. My voice was croaky, still getting used to the oxygen in the air, but my point seemed to make its way across.

Another pirate leaned forward, quizzically asking, "What's the difference?"

I scoff, "My hair is smoother than my pick-up lines, idiot."

The first pirate hummed, "Seems to be feisty like a siren. Not to mention that hair of yours."

I subconsciously feel my hair, the dripping wet brown ringlets a mess and tangled in between strands of seaweed.

"Thanks to your net," I snap.

The pirate smirks a bit, "You have quite the temper. Maybe it'll be fun having you around."

He plucked a piece of the weed out of my hair before throwing it back into the sea.

"Then again it'll be just as fun to kill you," he stated thoughtfully.

I'm starting to feel nauseous. My fin is straining against the net, failing to support me.

The pirate gazes once more at me, admiring me I think, "What's your name, lad?"

I scoff, "Don't call me that."

The other pirate from before, a tanner fellow with his dark hair in a messy bun, "You gonna answer the captain's question?"

I turn towards the captain, "It's John, but you can call me Jack."

His eye's narrowed, "You're rather flirtatious, aren't you?"

I shrug, "It's the mermaid in me."

It's the siren in me.

The captain extends his sword, pointing to a skinny man with white hair, "Cut him loose. I want a closer look."

The man mumbled, "When I'm captain, you'll be sorry."

His leader cocked a brow, "Did you have something to say?"

"No," the man groaned, using a dagger to slice the rope.

I land onto the ship with a thud, my freckled arm smacking against its boards.

I groan as I shift to a more comfortable position, "I don't suppose you'll give me your name, captain."

"The name's Hamilton. Alexander Hamilton."

I decide to straighten out my chest-length hair, considering it would be the mermaid thing to do.

"And what exactly are you gonna do with me?"

Hamilton looked thoughtfully down at me before leaning down into a crouch, "I don't think you should talk to me like that."

It came out like a growl, a deep hiss that shook me to my scales.

The siren in me thought otherwise, however, "I don't see why not."

The captain furrowed his eyebrows, examining me closely before getting up and turning his back.

He motions to a pirate next to him, "Make sure he understands the rules of this ship."

He hence strolled into his quarters, leaving me with his vicious crew of 12. And all of them facing me.

It is at this moment that I wish I would've attended classes. I hope I remember enough from middle school to make this work. I guess there's a first time for everything.

I flapped my tail gently, enough to get their attention at least. I cleared my throat as my gills flailed gently.

"I'm sure we can come to an agreement," I stated kindly yet with force.

"I don't see how we can," one responded, pounding his fist into his opposing palm.

"Are you sure about that?" I questioned, my teeth fumbling with my bottom lip.

He gazed back at me, suspense lingering in the air.

He spoke at last, "Maybe. . . I suppose you could borrow a hammock for now."

"Are you sure you can't just free me?" I suggested.

The man's gaze faltered, "No. . . Captain Hamilton wouldn't approve."

I wish I hadn't skipped all those classes. The classes on persuasion, at least.

I had almost forgotten the other men were there. I guess that's what happens when you make the "connection."

The man moves to scoop me up, but I slap his hand away, "Leave me here."

"B-"

"Leave me here," I repeat with more force, venom dripping from my words.

The pirate slowly backs away, convincing the others to do the same.

I have six more days to escape.

I looked to at the ripped net and, next, to the side of the ship.

It was too high for me to hoist myself over, but maybe I could get some help from the captain.

Maybe I could get him to release me.

Maybe