Mermaid Goddess: Life as we know it

Some days I wish that I could be normal. Some days I wish I could just give up the fight against Jolly Roger. And some days, I wish things were the same.

I walk behind my friend, Vampire, some say I resemble her greatly, although we are nothing alike. The damp dreary tunnels of the catacombs send echos of our footsteps bouncing off the walls. I hold my sword out in front of me, the vast legions of undead in this place set me on edge. Luckily, they are to busy solving their quarels with the Navy men. If swords solve anything. We are here for one reason, and one reason only; Jolly Roger.

As we near his rocky throne, shrouded by undead, the voice of the undead lord rings in my ears. "Who is he talking to?" I quietly ask Vampire. She shrugs and spys out from a pile of rocks. She motions for me to look as well. Just for an instant I see a man that looks almost exactly like Jack Sparrow, then he disappears. I sneak around the back of the throne, hidden in the shadows. Vampire walks into the open, a diversion. But suddenly, I can't remember my part in the plan, my reflexes slow down. I fall against the back of the stone throne, my head spinning. As black smudges appear at the edges of my vision, I see a face with blood dripping off his chin.

I wake, still feeling quite slugish I get onto my feet. Vampire is gone and my mouth is filled with that taste of poison. All the undead have gone, leaving only brittle bones. "What's happened?" I say aloud.