SEA SIREN [SEONGJOONG]

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The jewel sat enclosed by the glass confinements, it's cerulean hue coruscating within the space it occupied. It looked absolutely priceless, ablaze with a rare allurance, yet laced with a dangerous dazzle, sharp yet stunning, beauty captured within its bosom fenced by an age old tale of betrayal and blood.

It was shaped like the heart of a mortal, a human, skillfully neat. And as it rested upon the cushion enveloped with a plush incarnadine cover, it's radiance seemed to entice greed, way beyond the dreams of avarice and an insane lust for capture, to possess and own.

The azure kernel. The heart of the marine.

Cold fingers touched the glass, heavy rings adorning them. Eyes ablaze in the pyre of rapacity, his gaze was solely fixated upon the jewel, the corners of his lips curling upwards into a malicious grin, exhibiting sinister desires. He hummed a melody, finger tips lightly tapping upon the transparent surface, as the vessel he stood within rocked in a gentle motion, the raspy breaths of the sea breeze whirling freely within the chamber.

Oh! To snatcheth the gem off the marine's breast
And locketh 't within the mortal's chest,

Longeth may the hearts of the hardy lads sail'eth,
And so be quoth of the pirate's tale.

[A/N: This was written solely by me so I hope the errors shall be pardoned.]

"To snatcheth the gem from the marine's breast," whispered the pirate, the grin intact and eyes attached to the gem, "And to never let it out of grasp," he completed, letting his hands fall to his sides and release a sigh of satisfaction. The space within was barely illuminated, with the prior exception of a single small window permitting a few rays of the morning sunshine indoors to intervene the gloom of the room.

With a last look of a boastful contentment, he turned around and exited the precious chamber, closing the wooden coverage and turning the key within the lock with a successful click, further proceeding to attach the key back to the chain cradled between his collarbones. The shine of the new day was immensely pleasing and he couldn't wait to venture into the unknowns once again, especially when he and his crew was already accompanied by an anonymous breathing soul upon their ship.

He couldn't wait to find out more.

* * *

"You have really pretty eye lashes," the boy spoke, finally breaking the monotony of a prolonged silence, "And such a beautiful face."

Song Mingi or Mingi, as the crew called him, stirred away into the pot, the bubbling broth within emitting a savory smell, quite appetizing. He then turned to his left and picked up a small container, it's contents being certain flavoursome spices that he had accumulated during their varied journeys. Mingi sprinkled some upon the liquid in the pot and continued stirring it, while simultaneously  glancing at the boy sitting with his back pressed against the wall right in front of his vision.