Never Let Me Go (A McHanzo Fanfic) - At the End of the Barrel

So he sat there alone, his limp arms on his knees as the boat rocked incessantly, always vulnerable to tipping over. If he were to be taken by said siren, then no one would be able to come to his rescue. His carcass could just wash up ashore and that would be the end of the great captain.

Yet at the moment, he had never felt more blessed.

Beholding the island before him, his baby blue orbs held a tint of awe in them despite seeing all there was to see in his long years of voyaging. The great mountain before him touched the fluffy clouds, and at its base, clumps of green teeming with life and untold secrets.

Not bad at all.

However, his head ceased its nodding when a rather strong turbulence pushed the left side of the wooden vessel at an alarming angle. Putting more weight on the area in danger, Jesse was able to steady it and prevent any further mishaps.

His rugged face scrunched up in confusion, and he held his hat in place.

What the hell?

"I swore I never saw that damn wave comin' in," he huffed under his breath, looking around like a cat in pursuit of the canary.

A few feet away from the boat, the waters thrashed more vehemently and bubbles sprang forth from the dark bottom. A blur of flesh, and then a sudden eruption; Thomas was gasping and clambering up the boat like a hopeless madman.

"Captain." The lad struggled to speak. "A-A siren!"

"I know, partner." McCree was nonchalant even in shock. "Now we're gonna have a closer look on that siren you said."

"But Captain," Thomas stuttered, "he's strong. Like, very strong. And his claws are deadly!"

Jesse already held up a wooden harpoon before the other could finish.

"Mine is deadlier."

Out of the blue, Thomas gave another shriek and stuck close to the captain's person like a leech. McCree had to pry him off and shoot him an incredulous glare before he placed his focus back on the sea before him. The siren was close, he could feel it in his veins.

"There!"

And without thinking, the captain's arm flicked forward and delivered the harpoon into the spot where Thomas had pointed. At first he thought he'd miss, until the cerulean surface rippled into a familiar shade of red.

Oh, he hit something alright.

"It's getting away, captain!" Thomas exclaimed, voice blooming with thrill as he pointed towards the splashing in the water and the scattering blood.

"Not on my watch."

Grabbing the paddles' poles, McCree rowed using all of his might with Thomas screaming directions in the background. Just as expected, the obscure haze headed straight for the island ahead, and it didn't take long before the bow of the rowboat crashed against the shallow shores.

"Stay on the boat, Thomas."

Hopping down with a soft thud, Jesse glared the trail of bloody sand leading further up the rocky coastline. Judging from the little, uneven furrows and crimps on the side, he could tell that someone tried covering the mess up in a desperate rushjob.

And failed miserably.

McCree was hot on the trail, and with every step of his boot, he knew it wouldn't be long before this ungodly creature was exposed; the punk who had the audacity to take a member of his crew--and right from the ship no less. The jagged, menacing rocks thickened and grew to his oblivion, but the only thing he took interest in noticing was a lustrous blue tail sitting atop a saturated pool of crimson and sand. He smirked at the sight.

Jacpkpot.

"Well...what do we have here?" he cooed with a scrutinizing gaze.

The creature before him refused to be cowered in his vulnerability, and he sat with a straight spine to radiate an aura of dignity and courage. Through the wet black tresses hanging down his face, he stared the human down with slits for pupils, focusing on the amber orbs engulfed in the shadow of the pirate's hat.

McCree on the other hand stared at the dark rivulets streaming down the siren's tail that stained the white sand beneath. The huge gash he had inflicted on the siren prevented any pronounced movement--water or land--and it didn't take a detective to figure out that this merman was as good as sushi. He could just kill the beast right here, right now.

"We'll I'll be damned," the captain continued, grabbing something from beneath his black cloak. "Hanzo."

The merman shifted at the sound of his name as the veneer he wore proudly cracked into pieces. He inched back, his chiseled face betraying the horror he felt inside. A sharp click! and the next thing he knew was that he was staring at the loaded barrels of a gun, aimed directly into the center of his head. The creature could only stare, eyeing the small hammer and the finger on the trigger with breathless anticipation.

"Long time no see, darlin'."

The merman's world spun into a vertigo, and the arms propping him up wobbled and shook, and the last thing Hanzo remembered before everything snapped black was the soft feel of the sand catching him as he fell.

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