Mara kicked the sand under her feet, it swirled into the water. It had been years, alone, with nobody to talk to except herself. She could speak under the water, it didn't resonate like it would have when she was alive. It was odd, to know she was dead, she knew how she died, but not why.
Was she a bad person in life or did she hurt people?
She had no clue.
So every day no matter how far she went, Mara always traveled back to the spot where she woke up, and swam up. She could never breach the surface, it was a rippling glass. She could touch it but never go through it.
A shield, keeping the dead away from the living.
And that's when she saw it, a small boat about a yard away. Mara kicked closer. An idea sparked, if she couldn't get out on …show more content…
Something brushed against her shoulders, she twirled quickly, only to see the mischievous grin of one of the pirates. He pulled her against him. Mara squirmed trying to get away.
Bubbles blew out of his nose. Was he trying to help her? Mara wasn't sure, but as he dragged her to the surface all water in her lungs blew out and it felt as if death was being forced out of her, the scales on her legs grew even more vibrant. The surface pressed against her and she screeched in pain. He released Mara and kicked away, Mara saw streams of red coming from his ears and tried to swim away, her murky green hair trailing after her. He grabbed it angrily and ignored her shouts as she clawed at him.
That- that smile, it made her afraid. It felt as if her head was exploding. She gasped in pain as the shield broke. Should she be happy? That she was above the waves?
No, the man attempted to throw her over the deck, only to need help from his fellow pirates.
Mara felt sick, her small white dress was sheer as it stuck to her body. It was loud and Mara dragged herself away from the pirates, fearfully, unable to …show more content…
“Let's hang her up fro-” the white bearded pirate began to cackle but was cut off.
“We will do no such thing.” A woman, wearing a dark red trench coat and hat with a black feather spoke up.
“C-captain!”
“Take her too my room's.” The captain walked down the farther away. “Now!” She snapped.
Mara screamed as the men grabbed her roughly. She flailed, a tingling feeling in her legs as they adjusted to being above water.
One of the men fell, screeching in pain as blood poured from his eyes and ears. The captain twirled around. SLAP. Mara's face had a bright red handprint on it, as she continued to cry the captain tore the injured man's shirt, gagging Mara with the fabric.
The men dragged her now, thumping her body down the steps to the lower part of the ship. Her cries, now muffled, could no longer hurt them.
She was thrown into a dimly lit room with a low, black sheeted bed. She tried to bolt for the door as they shut it, only to end up hitting the hardwood. She tore the gag of of her mouth and started yelling for help. She stopped scratching at the door as she realized that no one was coming. Mara curled up in a ball against it, sobbing.
Now, now she wished she was truly under the
Was she a bad person in life or did she hurt people?
She had no clue.
So every day no matter how far she went, Mara always traveled back to the spot where she woke up, and swam up. She could never breach the surface, it was a rippling glass. She could touch it but never go through it.
A shield, keeping the dead away from the living.
And that's when she saw it, a small boat about a yard away. Mara kicked closer. An idea sparked, if she couldn't get out on …show more content…
Something brushed against her shoulders, she twirled quickly, only to see the mischievous grin of one of the pirates. He pulled her against him. Mara squirmed trying to get away.
Bubbles blew out of his nose. Was he trying to help her? Mara wasn't sure, but as he dragged her to the surface all water in her lungs blew out and it felt as if death was being forced out of her, the scales on her legs grew even more vibrant. The surface pressed against her and she screeched in pain. He released Mara and kicked away, Mara saw streams of red coming from his ears and tried to swim away, her murky green hair trailing after her. He grabbed it angrily and ignored her shouts as she clawed at him.
That- that smile, it made her afraid. It felt as if her head was exploding. She gasped in pain as the shield broke. Should she be happy? That she was above the waves?
No, the man attempted to throw her over the deck, only to need help from his fellow pirates.
Mara felt sick, her small white dress was sheer as it stuck to her body. It was loud and Mara dragged herself away from the pirates, fearfully, unable to …show more content…
“Let's hang her up fro-” the white bearded pirate began to cackle but was cut off.
“We will do no such thing.” A woman, wearing a dark red trench coat and hat with a black feather spoke up.
“C-captain!”
“Take her too my room's.” The captain walked down the farther away. “Now!” She snapped.
Mara screamed as the men grabbed her roughly. She flailed, a tingling feeling in her legs as they adjusted to being above water.
One of the men fell, screeching in pain as blood poured from his eyes and ears. The captain twirled around. SLAP. Mara's face had a bright red handprint on it, as she continued to cry the captain tore the injured man's shirt, gagging Mara with the fabric.
The men dragged her now, thumping her body down the steps to the lower part of the ship. Her cries, now muffled, could no longer hurt them.
She was thrown into a dimly lit room with a low, black sheeted bed. She tried to bolt for the door as they shut it, only to end up hitting the hardwood. She tore the gag of of her mouth and started yelling for help. She stopped scratching at the door as she realized that no one was coming. Mara curled up in a ball against it, sobbing.
Now, now she wished she was truly under the