"Hey! Wake up! We've arrived," demanded the coachman.

Arieshell eye's flickered open as they adjusted to the light. Her eyes wandered to her comrades as they slowly awoke. Did we successfully escape?

Without another thought, Arieshell shot up. "We need to leave, now!"

"What?" Jacques raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? I thought we were gathering supplies and heading to the ship."

"Forget the supplies! I received a message from my brother."

"Brother? Wait, when did you talk to your brother? I thought you didn't want them to find you?"

"At first, but he told me that we are in danger! I heard his voice clearly through a telepathic warning system we share in the sea. I had no idea it worked when we're on land too," Arieshell exclaimed.

"How do you know for sure?" asked Gus.

"Abijam went to Bun Boutique, where we met Maurice," Arieshell paused, trying to recollect more information. "He warned me to be cautious of Henry."

"Shit," whispered Jacques.

Belle disappointedly shook her head, "I knew this would be difficult. That's Henry's way."

"Damn Henry! I won't let him get you or anyone! You want to track down William and that's what we will do. No matter what the cost is!" Jacques spoke angrily.

Arieshell's eyes twinkled as her lips curved into a wide grin. With every passing day, she found herself growing more fond of Jacques. Under all of that toughness and manliness, Jacques had a profound compassion.

Gus clicked his tongue. "Well, what should we do?"

"I vote going to Sparrow," suggested Belle.

"Fantastic idea!" chimed Armand.

Arieshell met Jacques's gaze. The tension seemed to expand with every breathless second that passed. Arieshell could sense something was brewing. She felt the urge to leave this town. The unease in the area was not due to the locals, but due to a dangerous predator lurking nearby.

"Coachman, plans have changed. Take us to the docks!" ordered Jacques.

"Yes, Monsieur!"

Despite the sun's shining rays, the monster lurked between the shadows. The townsfolk carried on their daily routine, unaware of the danger upon them. Arieshell's perception of Henry only got worse, remembering Maurice's concerns for Belle's well being at the manor.

Not to mention, the way Belle was treated by Wilbur. Arieshell pondered, in the depths of her wildest imagination, about the safety of Abijam and Father. Maybe it's good that they are with Henry. I could have Abijam update me on their location and plans. Arieshell decided to try to contact her brother.

Arieshell sunk into the cozy velvet pillow and fell into a deep slumber. She awoke to a strange but soothing hum. Where am I?

"Arieshell!" a familiar voice called out.

She glanced around her surroundings- nothing but pitch darkness consumed her vision. As the humming became louder, a silhouette appeared.

"H-hello? Who's out there?"

Arieshell shielded her eyes as a light illuminated ahead of her. The sound of calming and still water danced like a tango in her eyes, battling for control.

The young woman pressed onwards, eager to face the mysterious figure. Arieshell approached, trying to be cautious.

"Who or what are you? I am not here to hurt you." Arieshell expressed.

Lurking in the shadows, the figure stood up from his crouching position. Arieshell's eyes widened in disbelief at who stood before her.

"A-Abijam?"

He gave her a little chuckle. "Forgotten already, have you?"

"What are you talking about? Where are we?"

"In the void of the ocean."

"Excuse me? There's no such thing?"

Abijam shook his hand. "That's what I thought too. Until I telepathically connected with you."

"Henry," she whispered. Both she and Abijam sensed Henry's suspicious and predatory nature. But why? "You told me Henry is dangerous. That's how you contacted me."

"I wanted you to be aware of him," he confirmed.

"Are you still with him?"

"Yes, why do you ask? Is something up your sleeve, Little Sister?"

Arieshell gave him a sly smile. "You can keep a close eye on him for me."

"You can count on me!"

"Thank you!"

"Arieshell," Abijam said. "If you ever need me, just go into a meditative state."

She nodded. "Anything else I should be aware of?"

"Only repeat the name of the person you are trying to contact. Also, be near a body of water. That's it."

"Thank you!" she repeated.

"It's time to wake up," Abijam stated.

Startled awake, Arieshell glanced at her surroundings. She sat in the carriage alone. Upon hearing voices, she concluded they had arrived at the docks.

Men's voices echoed in her ears as Arieshell gradually vacated the carriage. She strolled along the street as she came closer to Sparrow.

"Hey!"

As Arieshell glanced behind her, an anonymous figure grabbed her arm. She did not withdraw from the man's grip but stared at him.

"Y-yes? Can I help you?"

The man appeared stunned. Instead of her examining him, he was inspecting her. Arieshell gulped while the man touched her hair. What should I do? Where's Belle? Where's Jacques?

"Y-you are the woman."

"Yes, I am a woman. How may I help you, Sir?" she questioned.

"No, no. Two men were looking for a woman who fit the same description!"

"Ahem," Jacque's voice echoed. "I am sorry to interrupt but we need to leave."

"Pardon me, Monsieur Jacques. I believe that her family is searching for her."

Arieshell nervously laughed. "We bumped into each other. They know where I am now—no need to worry."

"Arieshell, you can go onboard Sparrow. I'll finish up talking," Jacques stated.

Arieshell turned in Sparrow's direction. As she stepped onto the wooden plank, she saw Jacques's crew loading and unloading crates onto the ships. The fresh air blew through her locks.

She looked up at the sky as birds flew past, beyond the horizon where the sun met the ocean's waves, Arieshell observed the water. How long have I been away from home? It must have been three days.

The thought of being away from home compelled Arieshell to feel a sense of emptiness; deep inside her. Arieshell desired to jump in the water but treasured the adventure.

"We are all set! Are there any last-minute tasks we need before we leave?" inquired Jacques.

"No Sir," replied one of the crewmates.

"Jacques," Armand called out. "Me and Lou will stay behind."

"Why? Isn't it safer to come with us? Armand, if Henry finds you two he will lock you up again!" exclaimed Belle.

"Don't concern yourself. We'll stay hidden and keep an eye out for them," replied Armand. "I am a soldier and my job is to protect our country."

Jacques nodded. "Very well. Good luck."

"The same for you. Now hurry before Henry catches up with us."

"Hoist the sails!" Jacques demanded.

"Well, you heard Captain. Hoist the sails!" Gus ordered.

"Oui, Capitaine," the crew yelled in unison.

Amidst the commotion, men and women dashed to their assigned posts. The sun's rays danced upon the wooden planks, creating playfully shifting shadows on the sturdy ropes and railings. Clad in attire weathered by time, the sailors exerted themselves, pulling on the hefty lines. Their muscles taut with strain as they toiled harmoniously to free the vessel from its moorings.

With the creaking of wood and the clang of metal against metal, Sparrow began to inch away from the dock, pushed by the gentle nudge of tugboats that guided its path. Jacques gripped the ship's wheel tightly, eyes scanning the crew intensely.

The corners of Arieshell's eyes widened, filled with excitement and eagerness for the anticipated adventure. She allowed the cool breeze to engulf her as Sparrow glided away from the port.

This is it—more freedom and friendship. Arieshell thought, smiling at her reflection.

Birds chirped as they soared in the clear light blue sky. Puffy clouds appeared as the ship moved further from land. A sense of suspense filled her stomach.

The rapid pounding of the warm air slammed against her cheeks. The sensation seemed oddly soothing while the wind pierced her eyes.

Her cheeks were stained with the trails of her tears as she gazed into the distance, lost in her thoughts. Arieshell was not familiar with the intense physical strain of life aboard a ship.

"Arieshell!" Jacques roared as he placed his palm on her shoulder. "Shield your eyes so they don't get damaged."

"I wish I knew that," she giggled, allowing her hand to swipe away the trailing tears.

"I'm sorry, I should have warned you."

"No need to! The first time I was onboard Sparrow, you escorted me into the captain's quarters."

She noticed Jacques's face redden. His plump lips were slightly parted and his messy beard caused Arieshell to blush. She met his gaze - his beautiful hazel eyes looked back into her shiny blue ones. His flowing, unkempt brown hair was pulled back, revealing his high cheekbones.

His white high collar was opened just enough for Arieshell to notice his hairy chest. Her cheeks flushed as she quickly looked up at him.

"Is something bothering you?" he asked.

Arieshell tightly bit on her lip. "No! It's the view. Look how beautiful it is."

Jacques let out a devilish chuckle. "It is, but you're staring at me."

Arieshell stood still; her cheeks felt hot, and her stomach had a sensation she couldn't understand. Despite everything, Arieshell's instincts were convinced that Jacques was responsible for giving her those electrifying, tingly feelings.

Father would ban me from Sirus or worse. No matter what, I can't have anyone know my budding affection for Jacques. He's a human, you're a Goddess Siren! We don't belong together.

"Oh, I didn't mean to stare at you. Did I offend you?"

Jacques gestured his hand. "No! If anything, please keep staring. Oh, listen to me talk. Being at sea causing me to get cocky."

A moment of silence crossed paths between them. Their bodies were inches away from each other. Arieshell and Jacques's fingers danced alongside as they stood facing the ship's railing, both hesitating to lock eyes.

Arieshell felt herself drift in her head, keeping her mind preoccupied with Jacques's warm hand gripping hers. A warm embrace consumed her inner body as she wrapped her figures around Jacque's.

Oh, it's no use. Look at yourself, Arieshell. The Siren Goddess of Sirus and he is a French Sailor. This would be disastrous. I must resist letting these human emotions manipulate me into engaging in these diabolical games.

Suddenly, a silhouette flung around her and Jacques. She felt a sudden rush of hot wind against her face, a fleeting sensation that left her energized. The sound of heeled boots slammed on the deck as a cheerful laugh clouded Arieshell's eardrums.

"Damn it, Caspian! How many times did I tell you not to sneak up on anyone?" scolded Jacques.

Caspian let out a playful chuckle. "Hey! What can I say? I love watching my crew mates."

Arieshell glanced at Jacques; he shook his head as Jacques placed his hands on his hips.

"Aren't you supposed to be at your post?" she questioned.

"Oui! You got me, my Lady," Caspian responded as he did a little bow. "I couldn't help watching you two."

"Your curiosity will get you in trouble, go be useful," Jacques insisted.

"But I'm still here! It hasn't betrayed me yet." Caspian waved his hands. "Oh!" he yelled, turning to face them. "How long will we be in England?"

Arieshell watched Jacques furrow his eyebrows. "As long as it takes to find answers where Mademoiselle Belle's friend is."

"Aye Aye, Capitaine," Caspian saluted as he returned to his post.

Arieshell gazed at Caspian, noticing a mischievous glint in his brown eyes as he leaned against a wooden beam with his lean build. His unruly brown hair was tied back with a piece of twine, adding to his rugged charm.

A small area of sunlight hit his shirt, revealing a faded navy blue color, and he wore white pants with black leather boots.

I still cannot understand what humans wear. However, when I glance at Jacques... That electrifying sensation sneaks up on me. Take a deep breath, Arieshell. You are just friends.

"Arieshell, are you alright?" Jacques inquired.

Oh God. His soothing voice makes me shudder. Whatever that is. Stay calm. Maybe your emotions are from being close to the sea waters. Your powers are stronger. Remember to contact Abijam if you need, Arieshell.

She took a deep breath, turning in Jacques's direction.

"I'm fine! It's just..." her eyes strayed to the ocean.

"The water!" Jacques exclaimed. "You must be feeling homesick."

She gulped.

"Don't feel bad. I understand."

"Jacques?"

"Yes?"

"I can feel my powers getting stronger."

Jacques swallowed. "Is that fatal?"

"No. It could be but I assure you that's not the case," Arieshell assured him.

Jacques strolled over to Arieshell with confident steps. As he reached her, he gently placed the broad palms of his hands on her petite shoulders. Arieshell felt a rush of warmth spreading across her cheeks as she found herself locking eyes with him once again. Oh no. Not again. Control yourself.

Not a moment had passed when Jacques touched her soft cheek. His fingers moved to her chin as the space between them diminished. Arieshell trembled as Jacques's warm breath hit her ear.

"Remember what you told me. Spoilers."

Arieshell giggled. "Jacques," she whispered.

"Oh! Did I make you uncomfortable? I didn't mean to," he exclaimed.

"No! It's the ship. Your ship shows freedom and therefore makes the passengers have a carefree attitude."

She watched Jacques release his grip and take a step back. To her disappointment, Arieshell realized the missing weight. She cursed herself opening her mouth but at the same time, Arieshell couldn't trust her siren side.

You know you can throw him overboard. What? No, he has shown me kindness and resisted taking me to a fisherman's shop. Or even worse place me in a glass cage full of water is where I could end up. Father wouldn't allow that.

"How long until we get to England?"

Jacques shrugs, "It depends on the speed and wind. Looking at Sparrow's speed now, I would say, we will be there in about one and a half hours. Two at the latest."

"So speed is the only factor we have to look for?"

"Yes and no. We can lose the wind patterns, weather conditions, or sea traffic."

Arieshell nodded her head as her brain tried to gather an understanding of Jacques's words. Sea traffic could be multiple things; like a school of fish, kelp, or seaweed. However, she could wrap her head around ideas for wind patterns or weather conditions.

Stupid. That was the word that popped into her mind. Those terms differed slightly from what sirens, mermen, and sea life would say. Humans were an authentic kind indeed.

"I have to check up on the other crew mates and Belle," Jacques stated.

"How long will you be?"

He clicks his tongue. "Awe, going to miss me?"

"I enjoy talking to you."

Jacques gave a closed-mouth smile and clenched her hands. "I promise I won't be long. I need to do my captain duties and I will come right back."

Arieshell smiled meekly as he squeezed her hands and walked away. The soothing rhythmic sounds of waves relaxed her. The closest part of feeling at home. Her hands still tingled at the sensations Jacques left behind.

"Well, you two seemed," a voice noted. "I called it first. You two are lovebirds."

"Gus!" she yelled, jumping to face him. "You scared me. Don't do that again."

He chuckled and crossed his arms while leaning on Sparrow's railings. Gus's posture had a sense of confidence but was relaxed.

Was he watching Jacques and I? Arieshell glared at Gus. Her body felt as if someone had tightened her gears.

"Were you watching us?"

Gus shrugged. "I was only looking out for the captain's safety."

"You are concerned I will murder him?"

"It's a logical explanation, Arieshell. After all, it seems like you are starting to feel stronger."

"Gus! You know I won't do that. I-"

"Save it! I am only warning you," Gus admitted. "I want you to be aware I am watching you."

What the heck! It's not like this has been my first time being on Sparrow. Why the sudden change in his attitude? He spoke about Jacques and I being 'love birds.' Whatever that means. Should I explain that he hurt me?

Why...why me? These emotions are all so new to me. Life is much simpler as a siren!