bad moons call
prompt: siren and asexual pirate who doesn’t understand why all his crew are losing their shit that person has a nice voice sure but what the fuck is happening. (source)
rating: k/general audiences
they send me away to find them a fortune, a chest filled with diamonds and gold
the house was awake with shadows and monsters
first time he sees it out there it’s just a bolt through the churning
waters - ghosting through the low fog and stealing light from the waxing
moon. It’s easy to convince himself he’s dreaming, that it’s just so
late on lookout and the old legends of Calypso told over dinner get to
his head, so he does. It’s his first voyage across the great seas and
whatever he sees moves too fast for him to be sure of what it is - most
likely a group of fish migrating to the warmer waters or even the crew
fooling him to call out and fall into some grand trick or another.
A splash and a terrified shout from the bow jerks him out of his reverie. “Siren!”
gust of wind howls through the shrouds and more voices rise up. He
leaves his station at the stern and sees the silhouette of someone
shooting blindly into the water. Her existence is cursed and seethed and
spat on as half of the crew stomps back up to the deck from the cabins.
They lean over the sides to catch a glimpse of the nightmarish creature
and clumsily gather towards the center. He realizes that he should be
shaken and alert whenever she appears.
But he’s never been one for superstition.