Hi everyone!

This is my first fanfiction and I just wanted to let you all know that I am totally open to your ideas - so if you want something specific to happen between Philip (!) and Syrena, leave it in a review or a message! I'm really excited to write this and I hope you all enjoy it :)

Thanks! R&R! xx

Where he was absolutely sure before, now he was perplexed.

She was surely the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. The most beautiful creature that God had ever created but there was also something unnatural about her, something which seemed to contradict everything else.

When he looked at her, he was unsure of what to think — as if she had the ability to cloud his thoughts and confuse him as nothing else ever had.

In her exquisite beauty, there was danger, hatred, and a looming sense of innocence. While the other mermaids had looked to devour him and the other men aboard the small dinghy, she was the one who saved him and she was the one who was truly different. If only he had a change to speak with her.

Philip glanced over at the mermaid in the glass coffin. She looked tired. It was only a while later that he realized she couldn't breathe.

"She can't breathe," he said. "She can't breathe — you're killing her!"

Jack looks over from the far side. "I support the missionary's position."

A few men had turned to see what was causing this outburst. They all looked at the mermaid, the alluring and frightening creature, laying lifelessly in the glass case they had made for her. None of them were willing to get near her after what the others had done. Many of them had fallen in the water and saw the havoc and anarchy that the hideously beautiful creatures lived by and brought with them in their glowing and tempting eyes. Philip was the only one who knew her innocence, the only one who knew she was good and kind and more beautiful than the others because of what she had done.

He went over to the coffin and tried hopelessly to open it. When the siren realized what he was trying to do her drooping eyelids raised and pressed harder on the glass.

Philip touched the lock and looked for something to break it.

"You can't do that," said one of the pirates. "She'll escape and do you really want one of them on land where we'll be sleeping?"

"With a face like that, I wouldn't mind," said another.

Philip looked scornfully at them and brought a rock down on the lock as hard as he could. It cracked and he was able to fit his Bible into it, even though Blackbeard insisted on keeping it shut.

He was not going to let anything happen to her no matter who he had to defy.

The mermaid pushed herself up toward the air and took her first new breath since earlier that morning. When she looked at him, he felt her casting her spell — the one he had seen the other pirates fall for but tried to ignore it — she was one of God's creatures and they all deserved a chance to live but what is the price he would pay to keep this one alive?