Black widow

Notice:This is the first book from the Black widow trilogy. Recommendation: For better experience for this chapter please check out following song : My jolly sailor bold-Ashley Serena ☆ ☆ ☆ Lunaria-Small seaside town 11:50/ 100 years ago Small, thin woman stands at the shore, patiently waiting for something or someone. her face giving nothing more than sheer peace and harmony, as if she has whole symphony inside her soul. Her hands holding a small muscle in the white shell, tipping her fingers on its' surface in anticipation. Her hair is white with lonely light blue strand, that is braided in a very long French braid, finishing the composition with a seaweed as hair tie. Her dress is light blue, made with silk, her thin shoulders are open, revealing sharp collarbones and part of the tattoo, that starts in the center , right between collarbones and goes down her chest. little ruffle shoulder straps are losely hanging on her upper arms. Smooth shiny fabric folds under the pressure of wind and hugs her body tightly to reveal her skinny, sculpted figure as an ancient sculpture so exquisite it's quite impossible to take eyes from her, while in the background as every minute passes, the sea rages more violently just behind her back, as if willing to engulf little creature. too pity no one is allowed to see this beauty except one guest, who appears just in time and picture gets both breathtaking and horrifying at the same time in instant she is revealed to the silver strings of the moon, that is enough to light small bay at the shore. . . . . Agatha My heart races as I catch a glimpse of sea witch. Still in shock of what have I done, my body trembling and my feet struggling to step forward loosing the footing and bending in knees, that resemble a jelly. Tears stream down my chicks and blood trails behind me as I hardly manage to hold a fishnet with my first "trophy" in it. **What have I done ?!** my head is pounding and I do not control my mimics at all, ugly crying as I approach Althea. —Just in time... She says with no emotion, immediately concentrates at the ritual. turning on her heels, she opens the shell, revealing beautiful pearl in it that is pure white. I stand firm and frozen, until she signs with her hand to come near her. A bright beam of moonlight hits the accurate pearl and as the shiny stone reflects light , it is instantly projected on the surface of ocean, calming its rage at once. —Kneel close and give your gift to them She a says, her voice cold and low. just before I can process, my body seems to understand the task and I kneel just enough for my knees to get weet by soaky sand under them. My hands still shaking violently ,as I choke on my tears feeling lump In my throat, finding it hard to breath. I gather all my strength and put my shaking hands in fishnet, feeling the urge to throw up, as cold skin brushes up against my fingers. I however determined to get this over with already, take dismembered head in my hands, blood still dripping from his neck marking my white dress with red flowelike stains before I put it in the water and let them take the gift away. Althea is humming a sea shanty almost like lullaby and I shift my eyes from her face to the stone , that still reflects moonlight,serving as connection to full moon and the ocean. Pure white pearl starts turning gray and more and more darker swirls appear before it turns pure black. —Black pearl, for black widow Althea declares ritual successfull, but there is one more detail we should wait for and as I sit still where I was kneeling before a little , calm wave comes to me washing of a black skull to grant me my wish. —I am glad you are now part of this. Althea slightly smiles, not for a second trying to help me with my agony, leaving straight after and I stay there sitting with the skull in my lap just to hear a heavenly voice singing me a song of mermaids and sailors . as my pain gets numb, I get up wandering in the direction of hunter's house where i was welcomed and treated as family member. . . . . Lunaria, present time —Serena! Undina! breakfast is ready, come kiss daddy goodbye before he leaves. A girl with very melodic, unusual voice call her children, while making French toasts for breakfast, time by time eyeing her husband,who already has his mouth full and his facial expressions give out just how much he enjoys his meal. —Hun, I will miss you... a lot... girl looks sad, with tears in her eyes,but she looks so stunning that poor man only stares and stands to approach her, hugging her small, yet finely molded, fit body, pressing her to his chest. —You know I hate being apart from you, but this is necessary my sweetheart a loving soft voice caresses brunettes years and she smiles in delight as her husband plants a kiss on her forehead. —Let me come with you, please Almost too excited with the idea, Agatha grins and waits for the verdict that is heart-braking and new set of tears roll down from her eyes. —You know I can not do so. And you know the rule- no women on my ship, wifes' never been exception, even you Agatha. It is clear that captain is frustrated and angry that his wife ever thought about such thing. Girl steps back from her spouse, not willing to touch him again, while two identical little girls run down the stairs and jump right into daddy's arms. He lifts them at once, turning around, kissing on cheeks both of them. —Daddy can you bring me a shell? one of them ask wiggling her fit in the air with anticipation. —I will try to find the nicest two shells for my two little beauties, if you take care of mommy okay ? promise me ? —I will Serena screamed before her sister and Undina was just holding her dad close and tight. She was shy kid and Serena always did better job at expressing her personality, while Undina preferred to show by actions. —Undy, will you ? —I take care of mommy and sissy. She whispered shyly and kissed Andreas on cheek, hugging him again, wrapping her hands around his neck. He has heartwarming smile on his face watching his wife but Agatha seems to be seriously annoyed with him , as even such sweet scene doesn't melt her heart. She only serves her girls their food and sits on her place, watching closely to every movment her husband makes. She just pokes her food, not a single bite is eaten, when girls and Andreas already finish eating. It's like she loved him so much, that her heart was aching every time her touched her, and now , his words affected her as if he broke something inside her. It took him one phrase to kill her love and awaken the sea in her. He didn't know anything that was going on inside Agatha but it was clear that he hurt her. Girls where shortly sent to the school and Andreas had an hour before he had to leave for six or more months for the sea. Agatha was so silent that it was unusual and at this point he knew, he screwed up. Andreas After what i had said in the morning, I felt guilty for making my little mermaid sad. I knew how she loved sea, how desperately she wanted to be with me on my ship, but rule is a rule. Women on desk is a bad thing. My wife knows better but yet, her love for ocean is deeper than her love for me. It sadend me always. I love her more than anything else, she is my soul, my heartbeat. I apriciate her beauty every day and thank God for such beautiful, loving and caring wife. She is not too different from other girls at first glance. Agatha has long... I mean very long black hair , that falls like dark waterfall and stops at her hips. Her hands are thin and fingers perfectly long and beautiful, but she has strong grip, almost like man's. Her body is thin and perfectly sculptured, with symmetrical proportion. Her breasts are accurate and her hips are to die for. Long legs, small feet and nice little toes, she's almost like a doll. I love dimples in her back, just above her butt. She smiles always from her heart and you can feel it, but on the other hand, she never ever tries to cover her true emotions and I love that in her. She never tries to be someone else, she is as she is and she is godess just like that. Some of my friends say she put spell on me, but I don't even care if it's true. I'm just happiest man in the world to have her and our little girls, that look like her, but there is difference in their eye colour and hear. Girls are blonde... or should I say white, almost albino with dark blue eyes. They look heavenly beautiful, as if creatures of some fairy tale. Agatha said her grandma was like they are, and I tend to believe her. Thoughts of leaving her for half a year angred me, because I knew where my thought could have lead. Once I was too tempted to take her with me and all of my crew got lost in the storm, leaving me and her on the ship. I couldn't blame her as she was pregnant. I myself was worried leaving pregnant wife alone and chose her over rules and principles. Though it proved that no woman is allowed on the desk. That tragedy terrified me. I was responsible for lives of my crew members and their families probably cursed my name till this day. Some of them had wives and children, some had old parents in need and all I could do was pay them instead of their man. Although I knew it won't ease their pain. I struggled with this thoughts for so long and I certainly never wanted any woman back on my ship. As I checked my lugage, I decided to spend time with my baby. She was fenlnenal woman and I loved every second spent in her arms. I was super gentle and loving afraid not to hurt her or scare her. She seemed to love it. She was happy with me. We loved lying long hours in bed just cuddling and talking, we loved sharing cup of coffee while girls where at school. We went diving together once a month and she loved gathering beautiful stones from the depth ot the sea or seashells. She was only bright spot in this dark world for me. I remember how excited she was when we took a nice little yacht and spent almost full week in the sea to celebrate out anniversary and our endless love. She was always so happy when we were near the sea as if her soul was made out of ocean breeze and her bones of seashells,ger eyes two black pearls, her lips... there is nothing to compare with her lips. They were soft, warm and loving. My heart skipped a beat when I heard her voice singing me some old siren song. She stepped into our room and closed the door, singing quietly before approaching me, to tease me. Her lips whispered lyrics gently brushing against mine and causing gusebumls on my body, electrifying every cell as if I was bewitched, frozen, as if she lured me in her territory and I was Agathas pray. Needles to say how much I desired her and how strong my feelings were for her. For instant I thought I could stay at home and never go sailing , to be only with her, in her arms. My heart was racing as her eyes hypnotised me with swirls and shades of black and brown, as if muddy water was turning even darker and I had sudden urge to sink, to be taken by waves, to stay forever at the bottom of the ocean. She was cold and stunning, my petrified body fully under her control as her lips get closer to mine for a second I smile but I know... I figured out... too late. Before I can say anything, her sweet kiss takes me to the moon and back, until I feel my lungs filling with water and my breath taken away by the woman I loved the most. I felt terrible pain in my chest and my body, but it was not mine, it was hers. Until this moment I never knew my wife was a siren. But with this kiss... I just knew, I felt her and knew that I was weak in her arms. She was always stronger than me but now I knew that for sure. Tears slid down to my cheeks when I saw a single memory of her and my hurt shuttered with pain. I felt awful to say those word, but it was late. I knew I was doomed and just surrendered. —I'm cold... Bye Agatha... My little mermaid. . . . . Lunaria, four month earlier Gabriel-Boy! what r you staring at?! Marcel-Agatha... she's so beautiful... and strong... Gabriel-Don't even think! She is called black widow for reason silly! Marcel-But dad I can't help myself Gabriel-for Christ's sake, stop drooling over witch! Marcel-How do you know she is a witch? Gabriel-Don't you see boy? she is the only woman to sail as captain and she always brings more fish than any other sailor. she feeds the town but she has some wicked tricks I know. Even if it's not so. Her second husband died by drowning. She had bad luck with partners. Marcel-Dad that is just a myth. Everything people talk about her is a lie, people are just jealous of her beauty and strength. That is just a myth!