So I just saw the new POTC and I loved Syrena and Philip…so sweet! Here's a little something that I wrote up.

Disclaimer - I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean

Syrena…she liked the sound of it.

As she clung to his neck, her strange new legs weak and unable to function; her heart beat to the rhythm of that name.

Syrena…

It fit her in an odd way, a way that the young missionary with the gentle heart couldn't possibly understand. When all her sisters lusted for the blood of the hapless men they claimed, or talked of their kills below the depths, she was one of the only ones that remained calm…quiet…serene.

Tamara often complained about her lack of emotion, her inability to give herself over to the bloodlust when her sisters hunted, and labeled her as a weakling.

"You are a disgrace to our kind!" the queen had raged at her one day, "Look around you! You scavenge what your sisters leave, you never make the killing stroke – you shame us with your weakness!"

That was what had driven her to go after the young missionary. He had seemed different that the other men, a sign of some weakness that she should have been able to exploit. Surely she would have been able to kill him and finally prove to her Queen that she was as strong as her other sisters…but instead she had ended up saving him from a gruesome death and being captured by the bumbling pirates on shore.

Now, in this hellish jungle, where the coolness and calm of the sea could not save her, facing certain death at the hands of these horrible men, she felt a small, infinitesimal sense of peace in the arms of this mortal who seemed to know her so well.

"We rest here!" the lady pirate, Angelica, cried as they entered a small clearing. Philip set her down gently, but she felt his arms tremble with weariness and knew that she was the reason.

"I will try to walk…I cannot trespass on your kindness anymore." This strange man had shown her compassion when none other would, she would not wear him to exhaustion carting her around like a useless bundle of seaweed.

His clear green eyes met hers, "We're almost to our destination, it would hardly be any effort to carry you there…but I thank you for your concern." She gave him a small smile, barely a shifting of her lips, and nodded. Closing her eyes for a moment, she brushed a strand of hair off of her face and heard the shuffle of feet behind her.

"Syrena-" Philip's voice was cut off as a bag was roughly thrown over her head. Struggling, she was heaved over a shoulder, the muscle cutting into her stomach and jarring her with every step. She bit her lip against the pain and vowed then and there to endure whatever these monsters could come up with; even if Tamara and the others could not see her, she would show nothing but cold strength.

It was only after, when they killed Philip in front of her, did she realize exactly what cold strength had gotten her. Those green eyes would never gaze upon her in kindness, his arms would never support her, she would never hear the sound of his voice…sadness like the very ocean she called home overwhelmed her. Now she was alone among enemies. But just when she felt like weeping, fury at the premature death of the missionary burned the tears out of her eyes.

Syrena…she would be as he had named her, peaceful and serene in the face of adversity.

I hope you all liked it. I'm thinking of adding another chapter, when Philip comes back for her but I don't know.

I also took out the bit about the mermen...I read some of the other reviews and I think that I'll just go with the face that mermaids need sailors ;)

Thanks for the reviews!