You had tried to tell Newt where to sail to find your wondering lovers, hoping that even on two feet, the ocean would guide you. However, you were wrong. You'd spent hours looking out at the horizon, waiting for something in you to spur you in the right direction of your destination, like a compass that shows you towards the thing you desire most.

Nothing, as you looked out at the ocean, you felt nothing but loss and a severed connection. Was it even there to begin with? Wrong again. Born from the ocean, the ocean will always be a part of you. No one can take the bone deep connection of the ocean's wrath out of you. Not even as you walk around on land, parading as a human girl dressed as a pirate.

Now, back in the town Newt called the heaven for pirates, turtle, was it? The name was strange on your tongue, even Newt couldn't hold back the smile on his lips when you had mispronounced the name.

The streets of the pirate town feel uneven beneath your boots with cracks and holes in the pavement that no one has tended to in years. It's already dark, the street lamps doing nothing and it doesn't help that you've never had to walk on land before. Minho laughs when you stumble, saying something about fitting right in with the drunkards. This earns a glare from Newt, who takes your hand in his, gently pulling you to his side.

"Don't let go" he says as his gaze remains to the front.

The air is a suffocating mixture of rum and smoke. The salt of the sea is almost lost, but when you focus hard enough, it's always there. The ocean's touch. Or perhaps, it's Newt, standing so close to you, who so strongly reminds you of the ocean which would be strange. You almost laugh, a human reminding a mermaid of the ocean?

"Where are we going?" you ask Newt quietly.

"There's someone I want you to meet. Maybe she'll help us find what we're looking for."

Before you can reply, someone bumps into your shoulder and you feel the contents of his cup splash all over you.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" the drunk man turns around, pointing a finger at you accusingly. You see him reach for his gun but Newt's too quick. Your pirate captain steps between you and the drunk man. Beside you, Minho grins knowingly but he reaches for the gun at his side.

"Apologize to her" Newt takes a step towards the man and although you can't see his face, you're sure he looks every bit as intimidating as the day you first met.

"She bumped into me! She should apologize to me and pay for my rum!" the man looks furious but takes a step back once he realizes Newt towers over him. No one else on the streets seem to be paying you much attention, except for the few who were walking with the man. He's drunk out of his mind and you're worried he might actually do some harm but Newt doesn't seem fazed by the yelling.

Newt takes a small black bag out of his coat and dangles it out in front of him. The contents of the bag chink loudly as Newt holds it out for everyone to see and hear. This makes the man grin, showing off his yellow and rotting teeth. The man steps forward with eagerness but instead of dropping the bag into the man's palm, he uses a dagger to cut it open, letting the gold coins spill everywhere onto the streets.

"Quickly." Newt turns around and grabs your wrist, pulling you away with him. You crane your neck to see behind you, the man is on his knees, along with dozens of others as they hungrily scour the ground for gold.

"You know, now they'll probably want more" Minho says once the three of you have finally out some distance behind you.

Newt stops in his tracks, he turns to you and takes both your hands in his larger ones.

"Are you alright? You're not hurt, anywhere are you?" gently, Newt turns your hands over as if inspecting them. His hand comes up to your cheek, brushing away your stray hairs.

"She just needs some new clothes, right Cap?" Minho interrupts, earning him a glare from his captain but you see a faint grin on his lips.

"Let's take her to Teresa"