Holiday in Atlantica

[Saleen]

Saleen was tired of her little haven under the sea. Sure, it was great living in enchanted waters, but when you have elemental powers the excitement of magic dies down after a while. The elemental sat at her dressing table (which was made out of a suitable looking underwater rock formation) with her elbow propped up and her chin planted lazily in the palm of her hand. Her devoted squid, Armand, was busy brushing her long red hair while Saleen unappreciatively tapped her fingernails against the stone table. Armand swept her hair up into a rather outlandish do and strategically placed seashells throughout it. As he proudly looked up on it, Saleen swam away from her seat and shook her head, her tresses falling free and destroying all the hard work the squid put in.


‘I’m bored, Armand!’ the sea witch declared. ‘I’m tired of just swimming around here, while you do nothing but play with my hair.’ The squid looked highly offended at this comment, but that did not seem to bother Saleen. ‘I need a vacation. I need to go somewhere fun, somewhere new.’ She pushed her beauty ointments off of the dresser. ‘Not this boring old dump.’ The elemental’s tail swished gracefully back and forth as she swam in circles trying to think of the perfect destination.

‘I’ve got it!’ she squealed delightedly. ‘I’ll go to Atlantica.’ With a hand on her hip she revealed, ‘Surprisingly, that’s one place I’ve never been before. Didn’t really feel like interacting with non-magical merfolk.’ She hitched a shoulder. ‘Ah well. Could be fun!’

Armand nodded his large head in agreement, picked up the brush and swiftly swam to Saleen’s side.

‘Oh, you can’t come,’ Saleen told him nonchalantly. Seeing the heart broken look on his face, the witch wrapped her arms around him and cooed, ‘I need you to stay here and guard my lair. You’re soooo strong, Armand, I don’t think I could trust anyone else to protect it.’

That remark gave the squid an ego boost and he puffed up his chest, flexing all his arms just to show her how strong he really was! Now that Armand was content, Saleen broke away from him.

‘That’s my boy!’

Out of the corner of her eye, she spied a dolphin and whistled for it, by bringing two fingers two her lips. When the dolphin turned in her direction, Saleen swam up to it. ‘Hi, Sweetie! You’re going to give me a ride. Hope you don’t mind!’

She pushed the palm of her hand against the dolphin’s side and at once a change seemed to wash over it, almost like it was under a spell. Saleen leaned back, throwing her hand over shoulder, waving goodbye to Armand as the dolphin began to swim for Atlantica.

[will]

The world underneath the sea has never been fully explained, but even those that dwell fathoms below are cautious of a few mysteries that they have heard.

One such tale is currently sailing swiftly beneath the tides- a white wooden ship, with ripped sails cuts through the currents. Men are seen working upon her decks, as though she sailed with wind not water.

At the helm was young looking man, the waters pushing his shirt back to reveal a jagged scar down his chest. This was William Turner, current captain of the ghost ship known and feared by all. The Flying Dutchman.

A large shadow falls over the unseen woman as the changed ship drifts over, a shanty echoing into the surrounding water.

[Saleen]

Atlantica was a whole new world for Saleen; she’d never been surrounded by so many merfolk before. Though they looked the same, the merfolk were magicless which made them inadequate compared to her! She felt like a Queen stuck among mere peasants- it was disgusting! Still, there was no denying it- the atmosphere was beautiful and so was the palace! She was not able to take a look inside yet, but guaranteed, the elemental would not leave without taking a tour of Triton’s golden home.

When a dark shadow fell upon her, Saleen looked up to find the underside of a ship lazily crawling overhead. Instantly she knew it to be the legendary Flying Dutchman and the sea witch flipped her fin and swam out from under it, towards the upper deck. It had been a long time since the sea beauty had cast her eyes upon Davy Jones, but to her surprise there was someone else at the helm. And this someone was extremely attractive! Much more so than that squid-faced Jones. Was he a new catch of the day? The man certainly looked fresh. The elemental swam forward, making a graceful beeline for the open-shirted man.

‘My, my!’ she cooed. ‘And what do we have here?’ Saleen circled him like a shark, eyeing him up and down, before stopping in front of him and entwining her arms around his neck. ‘You certainly don’t look like Davy Jones! Where is your fine Captain, sailor? I want to congratulate him on catching this lovely morsel.’

[will]

Will still hadn't gotten entirely used to everything that lived beneath the waves. Actually, to be perfectly honest he was still getting used to what he met above the waves.

He gave a small start when the mermaid swam up to him, he erked when she put her arms around his neck. Clearing his throat and gently stepping out of the small embrace he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Ah...that's, actually- I'm currently Captain."

His crew snickered a little, the older members remembering the orange fin-folk well. Will was nothing like Davy Jones; so they felt rather compelled to tease their flustered captain.

[Saleen]

Saleen blinked rapidly in surprise, bringing a dainty hand up to her chest. If Jones was no longer the Captain, then that meant he was very… dead. And did this strapping young sea lad have anything to do with it, she wondered? Time would tell soon enough; Saleen always found out the truth about these things.

“Oh, my. You must get awfully busy travelling back and forth, ushering those soon to be forgotten across to the other side.” Saleen’s interest was as false as the sweetness in her tone, though she genuinely meant it when she asked, “And do you have anyone waiting for you once this decade flies by?”

This was why she knew Jones was dead. Everyone who knew the legend knew of the tragic abandonment that had led Davy Jones to be the ruthless Captain that he had been. It was clear that there was good left in the next one. She wiggled her fingers in greeting to a few of the crew members she remembered from years before. One of them, she'd been responsible for drowing! Of course it had been accidental... after he refused her. It wasn't her fault the poor sailor couldn't swim back up to the surface fast enough!