03-17-2012, 05:29 AM
Azaela closed her eyes as she began to fall, but when she felt the hand grab her, she looked up to see the caring captain who'd asked her to board. She smiled, what a great man this captain was. She climbed over the railing and tried to gain her balance on her human legs without much luck. Within moments she was flat on her butt. When he spoke of a shirt, she wondered what that was. He wanted to give her a gift now too?
She watched him walk away before she could tell him why she had been so close to land, and moved to pull herself up again using the wooden railing of the large ship. Azaela was looking down at her rubbery feeling legs when he returned and dropped the cloth and belt onto the deck. For my sake? She didn't quite understand what this cloth would accomplish in her favor, but none the less she was grateful for his generosity. "Thank you!" she exclaimed, picking up the black cloth and holding it out in front of her. How does this work? she wondered.
As he spoke she tried to wrap the cloth around her shoulders, but it fell. Then she tried to tie it in a knot around herself, but she was still left exposed. Although he spoke of things very important, her mind was focused on that black cloth. Her frustration began to grow as she looked from his clothes, to the cloth and tried to recreate the outfit on her own body. Had she actually been listening, she probably would have realized that Talon was in fact, not, a nice man and she would have transformed back into her mermaid form, jumped ship, and swam away.
Fortunately, she was too focused on that puzzle of a piece of cloth, to register any of his attitude, orders, or screams from ashore. Name? Had he asked her a question? "Oh, I'm Azaela," she said cheerfully. She wanted to tell him she was princess of the sea, daughter of Poseidon, but she thought twice. Maybe there were some things she should keep to herself for now. When he reminded her that she wasn't a prisoner, she only nodded thankfully. Of course she wasn't, she had come here willingly to get away from the danger in the water. Or was in on land? She really wasn't sure what the danger was about.
Finally Azaela had had it with the stupid cloth. She held it in her hands and frowned down at it as if it might see her frustration and finally cooperate. She held it out to the captain. "This is broken," she said, recalling what he'd said his name was, "the captain." Such a strange sounding name.
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