Hey there, you naughty haughty.
Yes, you.
I can see that smirk. Probably drooling a little, huh?
"Peter, you lucky devil. A ship, the sea, and magical women chasing you—what could go wrong?"
First, wipe that drool.
Second, buckle up. Because tonight, the ocean is both my bed and my battlefield.
I stretched my arms wide, letting the night air kiss my still-damp skin. The Jolly Roger creaked under me, a loyal old beast carrying the two most dangerous idiots on these seas—Hook and me.
"Take me to my destiny, Captain Chauffeur," I said with my best smug grin. "Sail my chariot of vengeance!"
Hook: "Ugh… this demon-boy is chugging my precious ale and babbling nonsense. Where's that legendary rage and hunger for vengeance now, eh? All I see is a half-naked brat sunbathing on my Jolly Roger. And dare you lay a single lusty eye on her, I'll toss you overboard faster than a mermaid's wink."
He stomped away, muttering to himself.
"Ungrateful cursed brat… ships deserve better passengers…"
I smirked and sprawled on the deck like it was my royal throne. Moonlight draped over me like a second skin. If I ignored the pirate's endless grumbling and the ocean full of teeth, this might almost be peaceful.
Then it came—the first honeyed note of danger.
"My Lord…"The voice curled through the dark like warm smoke."Why so shy tonight? Come down… and play."
I leaned over the railing. Moon-silver water rippled… and a pair of glowing eyes met mine—playful. Hungry.
I thumbed the edge of my waistband."Should I come down dressed……or will you take care of that for me?"
A chorus of laughter rose from the depths—low, dangerous, promising nothing good.
Then, without warning, one siren rose all the way to deck height, her wet hair clinging to her cheekbones. Before I could blink, her hand shot out—tearing my pants clean away.
She looked down at me, then up into my eyes with a wicked smirk."Oh, my Dark Lord… that tells me you are already aroused by the view before you."
Hook groaned somewhere behind me. "Oh for—"
But the siren wasn't done. She plucked the fancy ale from my hand, uncorked it, and poured it over herself, the golden stream sliding over the curve of her neck, over her chest, down to her hips.
She winked."My Lord… your favorite. What will you do now?"
I smirked back, stepping closer. With one hand, I eased her onto her back along the rail, the sea lapping just inches below her. I poured more ale onto her belly, and it pooled perfectly in the hollow of her curves.
"Ohhh," she giggled, shivering as my tongue traced that pool, drinking both the ale and her laughter. "It tickles, my Lord…"
From the wheel, Hook shouted, "Great! Less work for us—now use them as your feast plates as well!"
The siren's eyes sparkled with mischief as she lifted her gaze to mine."Look, my Lord," she purred, tracing a finger along the curve where the ale clung to her skin. "My belly held your ale perfectly…And so will it hold your heir, my Lord.Please, let me be the one to bear your child."
Her voice was velvet wrapped around a dagger — sweet, tempting, and impossible to ignore.
A sudden hush fell over the group.
Then, a sharp, low hiss sliced through the air — disapproval crackling like lightning beneath the waves.
Several sirens surged forward, their eyes flashing venomous warning.One flicked a silver tail sharply, sending a spray of salty water toward the bold one.
"Foolish," one whispered harshly, voice like broken glass. "You dare mark yourself before the Dark Lord has chosen his Dark Queen? Such arrogance will cost you dearly."
They circled her swiftly, pulling at her arms, their grip like iron—attempting to drag her beneath the deck and into the hungry sea below.
Her smirk didn't falter. She glanced at me, eyes sparkling."My Lord, should I surrender… or is this the game you desire?"
The others tightened their grip, but the challenge was clear—this was no gentle seduction. This was war.
I smirked, meeting their cold glares without flinching."Well, didn't I say you all will bear my heir?Help me sail these seas smoothly, and any one of you will be the very first to claim that honor."
I winked.
A chorus of soft, dangerous giggles bubbled up from below.
Silver tails sliced the water, more shapes appearing, eyes glimmering like submerged stars.
Behind me, Hook groaned so loud the sea might've echoed it.
Hook: "Curse me thrice… this demon-boy is going to get my ship sunk with his flirting."
I ignored him and leaned further.
"Careful, ladies. I might start thinking you like me for my personality."
A pale hand broke the surface, brushing the wood of the ship like a lover's caress. Another followed, then another.
Siren 2: "Touch me, dark one… let us feel your warmth… taste your magic…"
My fingertips hovered above hers. Warm—too warm for sea water. My pulse jumped, and I wasn't sure if it was fear or excitement.
"See?" I called back to Hook. "They adore me. I told you I'm irresistible."
Hook: "Irresistible to death, maybe! Handle your fan club or they'll chew my rudder off!"
I sighed dramatically.
"Fine, fine. I'll go sign some autographs… maybe a chest or two."
I swung one leg over the railing, letting the night wind lick my skin.
The sirens swam closer, circling like living jewelry, their songs weaving into the soft crash of waves.
Closer, My lord… closer…
Their voices vibrated in my chest, sweet and deadly.
One lifted her face fully from the water. Wet black hair clung to sharp cheekbones. Her smile was soft… but her teeth were just a little too pointed.
And I thought,
Yeah… this is probably fine.
I reached down, fingers brushing hers—
And the sea went silent.
No laughter.
No ripples.
The sirens froze, their smiles slipping into something colder.
Then, without warning, the Jolly Roger sailed into a thick, suffocating fog—dense and unnatural, swallowing the moonlight and muting the ocean's song.
Even the seductive sirens vanished, slipping beneath the waves as if they had never been.
The night closed in, heavy and silent
Every instinct in me screamed trap.
Behind me, Hook's voice dipped low and tight.
Hook: "…Oh, that's not good."