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Disney Fan Fiction - Life At Sea Ch 3

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The next morning was dark with a thick layer of clouds that would promise rain later in the day. The castle with its white walls blended well with the sea mists and from within a bell could be heard. Soldiers went to and fro across the walls, crossbows aimed at the pirate ship as it was leaving, the moorings already severed. The sails were quickly unfurled and soon it began to sail out of the harbor. Soldiers and sailors rushed down to one of their own boats in the harbor in hopes of catching up with their quarry.

“The ship is ready, captain,” said one of the sailors.

The captain raised his spyglass to the pirate ship. From that distance he could still see the prisoner quite clearly.

“The prince is tied up against the main mast,” observed the captain. “I want all hands on deck as we go after Hook’s ship.”

“Aye, aye, sir!” cried the first mate and he repeated the orders to the rest of the crew. Within a few minutes the prince’s ship soon left port in full sail and in hot pursuit.

The figure at the helm of the pirate ship turned to see the prince’s ship getting closer with each passing moment.

“I sure hope this works,” mumbled Rumpelstitlskin. He was dressed in Captain Hook’s best dress coat of red with a sash across his chest that held a sword similar to the captain’s. A large, feathered hat of red rested on his head to complete the look of Captain Hook. At least from afar, which was what the warlock was counting on.

“Ready, your princeliness?” he called to the prince.

Eric gripped the knife that he held in his hand. “Ready. And just ‘Eric’ will do.”

Rumpelstitlskin ignored him and cleared his throat.

“Smee! Where is Ursula? I need her help to clear these accursed pursuers of me ship.”

Eric couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the impression, which sounded as if the infamous buccaneer had a sore throat. It would be a wonder if it would fool the sea witch. Glancing around the two figures could see no change in the weather or on the sea. The prince’s ship, crewed by more experienced seamen than the warlock, was quickly shortening the distance between them.

“Blast it, Ursula! Where are you?” demanded Rumpelstiltskin in his Hook impression.

No sooner had he finished, than suddenly the wind shifted, and waves rose high around them. Storm clouds soon darkened above them and lightning flashed across the sky. The sea churned and broiled around the ship, but the waves seemed to avoid slamming into it altogether. However, the same couldn’t be said by the prince’s ship. Wave after wave slammed into her hull, washing across the deck. The masts and beams groaned under the intense strain that the wind was inflicting on them. Sheets and ropes flapped around before suddenly tightening and then back to swinging again.

Timing it just right, Rumpelstilskin swung the wheel and the ship turned to port. However, no sooner had he done so than the wind shifted again, and he was blown across the deck. Cutting his bindings, Eric rushed up to take the wheel and began to steer the ship through the treacherous waters. Looking over the side he could see his ship entering into a massive whirlpool.

“What is that?” shouted Rumpelstitlskin. His hat was blown off of his head and the wind and rain splattered against his face, drenched his clothing, and his hair plastered against the side of his head.

“A maelstrom,” Eric shouted back. “She plans to destroy my ship.”

“Looks like it,” Rumpelstiltskin pointed to a large rock rising out of the water in the second ship’s path. “There’s only one other problem…”

“She hasn’t appeared,” finished the prince, brushing the hair from his eyes. He knew it wouldn’t be long before his ship would smash against the rocks, destroying it, and forcing the sailors to abandon ship only to have them be swept into the giant whirlpool and drown.

They would lose this fight, Ursula would figure out that she had been tricked, and would unleash her wrath against his kingdom.

As if he was reading his mind, Rumpelstiltskin spoke out, “We’re going to have to take some drastic action if we are going to get Ursula’s full attention.”

Eric gave him a confused look. “This isn’t drastic enough? I’m pretty sure we have her attention!”

“Obviously, we don’t,” the warlock countered. “So we need to do something that will make her appear.”

“Like wha-“ before Eric could finish Rumpelstiltskin waved his hand and in a puff of purple smoke he disappeared. Rumpelstiltskin immediately took the wheel and turned the ship so that it would enter the giant vortex on the opposite end from where the prince’s ship was entering.

“Sorry, your princeliness, but we need to defeat Ursula.”
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Eric could feel the ship rising for one last time before plunging down into the swirling water. Spray splashed across the deck, soaking all that were present.

“Your highness,” cried the captain at the wheel. “How did you get here?”

“Rumpelstiltskin,” growled the prince as he gripped the sides. He looked ahead to see the ship making a beeline straight for the rocks.

“Get us out!”

“The current is too strong, sir! We can’t fight it!”

“Oh, yes, we can,” in a flash Eric took the wheel and pulled with all of his might. The ship creaked and groaned under the pressure from both the wind and the current. Eric gritted his teeth as he could feel the wheel starting to come out of his grasp.  He hoped and prayed that he could steer the ship away from the present danger but he saw that the more he tried to remain control the more the ship aimed for the rocks.

Wiping the water from his eyes, he took a deep breath. He knew he had only one chance to make this work and he hoped that it wasn’t too late to try it out. If it worked then they would be able to live a little longer. And if it didn’t then they would surely die.

“Everyone hang on!”

He let got of the wheel, and it immediately began to spin. The ship began to turn inward, toward the center of the whirlpool, and away from the rocks. Sea spray showered over him as he struggled back and clenched the wheel again. He turned it as hard as he could away from the center and around the rocks. Little by little, the ship began to ascend up the whirlpool and soon it cleared the rocks. If it weren’t for the storm, the crew certainly would’ve cheered at the miracle that had occurred. However, they still had the giant vortex to deal with.
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Rumpelstiltskin grumbled under his breath as he struggled with the wheel. He could see that Eric had successfully navigated his way through the maelstrom and around the rocks in less time than he would’ve thought possible. Although the ship was in the clear there was still the matter of the sea witch to tackle and she still hadn’t shown up. He was starting to think that perhaps Ursula wouldn’t rise to the bait of dealing with the prince herself, and would instead use the powers of the ocean to destroy them both. He was positive that by now Ursula knew that Captain Hook wasn’t commanding his vessel and this had all been a ruse to bring her out. And now they would die due to their underestimation of her.

As he struggled to bring the ship out of the whirlpool, something caught his eye. Flashes of light could be seen underneath the waves, and a large, inky, blackness was growing. Suddenly, several golden spikes rose out of the water followed by white hair with streaks of grey, a large grey head, and an enormous black body with tentacles. In her hand, Ursula held an enormous trident that glowed and dispelled lightning into the sky. Her eyes were focused on the prince and his ship as she lifted the trident.

“You poor, simple fool,” she spoke, her voice magnifying itself to a volume greater than thunder. “Your annoying antics stop today and after I am through with you, your precious kingdom is next.”

She didn’t seem to notice that Hook’s ship was also caught in the maelstrom or else she didn’t care. Either way, Rumpelstiltskin knew that he had a limited window before she noticed him as well and would unleash her power on him next. He spun the wheel as hard and fast as he could, and the prow aimed itself toward the sea witch.

From his position at the helm, he could see Ursula raise her trident in the air and immediately a spout of water erupted from the center of the whirlpool and carried the prince’s ship up and out of the swirling waters. Men and materials flew overboard into the tempest. Eric was the only person remaining on the vessel and he held the wheel with an iron grip. Ursula laughed as she held her trident up again, this time aiming it for the ship.

“So much for true love,” she roared and plunged the tip into the vessel, shattering it into pieces.

Rumpelstiltskin knew that he had to act fast. He didn’t know if Eric would survive such an attack and he wasn’t going to take any chances. With a wave of his hand, he fashioned the prow into a sharp and hardened point before aiming toward the voluminous bulk of Ursula’s body. The maelstrom was starting to dissipate and so the current began to be easier to work within reaching her. As he neared her, he spun the wheel at the last second. At the same time, she noticed the danger, but by then it was too late to act. She cried out in surprise as the prow rammed through her. The force of the strike threw Rumpelstiltskin completely off, and he fell hard into the water.

Slightly dazed, he shook his head and immediately began to swim back up to the surface. As far as he could remember, he had never swam before so he was surprised when his body began to take up the motions instinctively all the way up to the waves. He saw Ursula gave a deathly groan before dropping the trident. Her body began to go into shock from several bolts of electricity before she slipped beneath the waves, with a few of her tentacles wrapped around the ship, taking it with her to her watery grave. A shockwave erupted from her spot that expanded indefinitely but Rumpelstiltskin didn’t notice. He was too busy keeping himself afloat and at the same time looking for the prince.

“Eric!” he called. “Eric!”

Pieces of the ship floated in the slowly calming waters but none of them carried the young man. He ducked underneath the water but there was no sign of him. The water was dark, and he could only see about ten feet from him. Swimming back up to the surface, he tried calling out again but there was no answer. The tempest was quickly calming; the clouds were slowly drifting away. Rumpelstiltskin took another deep breath and dived under, his eyes going back and forth, searching for anything that would indicate the presence of the prince. Suddenly, in the depths a shape appeared. It wasn’t straight and rigid like a board but curved and soft. Swimming quickly, Rumpelstiltskin could see the shape of Eric slowly appearing. He immediately feared the worst as he could see Eric’s form was still and slowly sinking down, not a single motion from his limbs and a tiny string of bubbles coming from his mouth.

The warlock could already feel the inside of his chest burning as his air was slowly decreasing from his own lungs. Reaching the prince, he hooked his arm underneath Eric’s and began to swim up to the surface. But it wasn’t just the air or the weight of the prince that was on the list of problems for him. He had never dived at this depth before and the pressure was building in his head and ears. Soon every muscle, every fiber was screaming at him, to stop, to rest, to let go of the prince.

Let go. Let go. Let go.

His lungs also joined in chorus, telling him, pressuring him to get back to the surface, to get back to the precious air.

Let go! Let go! Let go!

Water was starting to slip into his throat. The cold, salty substance burnt his mouth all the way down his windpipe.

LET GO! LET GO! LET GO!

He knew that he didn’t have much time, so he gripped the prince with both arms and began kicking with all of his might. He ignored the soreness of his limbs, pain in his lungs, burning in his throat. He focused only on reaching the top. He had to if he was going to save both Eric and himself. Suddenly, light shone through the water, illuminating everything around him. He was close. He had to be if the sun was back in the sky.

Finally, it was too much. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open. All the air in his lungs was used up. His grip on the prince slackened, his legs refused to move. His body began to go limp, and as he opened his mouth, water rushed into the crevice. His head began to hang down; his eyelids gave one last blink before slowly closing.

'So this is what it feels like to drown? It’s not so bad.'

The second before he blacked out he could feel something hit him.
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Rumpelstiltskin could feel something burning on his face and on his back. At the same time he felt drenched, which he found strange. Everything was muffled. He felt something wet cover his feet for a second before disappearing. It seemed to take forever when he started to become fully conscious of his surroundings, and deduced that he was not dead. The reason why everything was muffled was because his ears were waterlogged. A voice could be heard, though faintly, near him.

“Oh, please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead.”

He could guess that it was feminine for it was very beautiful. There was movement around him, and then something lifted his left leg up. Whatever it was, it was soft as it pressed into his bare foot, and it tickled the arch.

“I can’t even feel a heartbeat,” said another, solemn voice, though slightly different than the one before.  

Rumpelstiltskin kicked out with his foot and heard a satisfactory smack is it collided with the person. He then coughed up whatever seawater that was still in his lungs and throat.

“That’s not how you check if someone is alive, birdbrain,” he muttered between sputters.

“Your alive!” said the female voice but to him it was more like she was shouting.

He groaned as he started to lift himself up. Every limb of his was on fire with soreness but he knew that he had to start moving if he wanted to get rid of it in a hurry. He coughed again and opened his eyes to see that he was laid on a shoreline. A seagull stood right in front of him.

“Yeah, I’ll say,” it said, rubbing the side of its face.

Normally, a talking seagull would’ve surprised him, however, traveling through several magical lands, he came to learn that there was room for the impossible. There was another thing that had gotten his attention and that was a long, green tail that extended to the water’s edge. Following it he saw a very beautiful girl. She was very slender, with fair skin, blue eyes, a mane of red hair, an hourglass shape, and wore only a purple seashell bra. Rumpelstiltskin’s jaw actually went slack as he met her big bright eyes. She giggled slightly, and realizing that he was staring, quickly gulped.

“You saved me?”

She smiled, and he marveled at her pearl white teeth. “Yes, you and Eric.”

“Eric,” he quickly remembered about the prince’s fate. “Where is he?”

She turned around and he could see the still form of the young man. He quickly moved to the other side and put his head against his chest to listen.

“I don’t hear a heartbeat. Probably has too much water.”

“Can you save him?” asked the mermaid.

“I’ll try,” he answered, flexing his fingers as a glow began to rise from his palms. He set his hands spaced out on Eric’s chest and the
glow brightened in size and intensity until all present were blinded. Then as soon as it started, it stopped and Rumpelstiltskin lifted his hands away. They waited in silence as they watched for any sign of change. Suddenly, Eric began coughing and taking deep breaths. He opened his eyes to see the happy faces of his two saviors looking down on him. Ariel immediately threw her arms around him and he returned her affection as he started to sit up.

“Oh, Ariel!” he said to her as they pulled apart. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” she asked confusingly.

“For not looking for you,” he answered. “I swear I wish I should have but Ursula had taken control of the seas. We couldn’t leave without having a ship and the crew destroyed by a storm.”

“There was nothing you could’ve done,” she consoled him, touching his cheek with her hand. “I was a prisoner in her lair at the bottom of the ocean along with my father and all of the merpeople of Atlantica. But after her death, her spell on us was lifted and we were transformed back to what we were before.” She smiled gently. “And I found you and saved you.”

He held her hands in his, his eyes never leaving hers face. “Then now nothing will stop us from being together.”

“Hate to rain on your parade you two,” interrupted Rumpelstiltskin. “But there is one little thing: you two being a human and a mermaid.”

Both of their faces immediately fell at that realization. Ariel was the first to speak.

“But don’t you have magic?” she asked earnestly. “Can you transform me into a human too?”

Rumpel shrugged uncertainly. “I haven’t done anything like that before.” He gave her a small, mischievous grin. “So, as such it may have to cost you.”

Ariel frowned. “Like what?”

He chuckled. “Oh, nothing really. Not your voice, of course, you obviously need that. I was thinking a tear.”

Both Ariel and Eric gave confused looks.

“Now I need you to think up the most traumatic moment in your life,” continued Rumpelstiltskin. “Perhaps…when your mother died?”

“Sorry,” apologized Ariel. “I was too young to remember clearly.”

“Hmm…perhaps when your father destroyed your collection?” he glanced over at her to see her eyes blinking rapidly. “Hmm, getting warmer I see. How about this: when you were a prisoner under Ursula? You had only three days with him and after that you were transformed by Ursula into a polyp and spent months without any hope to be with your beloved prince.”

His face brightened as she sniffed and blinked some more but fell again as it still wasn’t enough to make her start crying.

“Wow, mermaids are a tough lot,” he surmised. He gave a tired sigh. “Fine. Think about how happy the two of you will be after you are transformed into a human and being able to spend the rest of your life together. If that doesn’t work then I’ll have to tell Eric to tickle you.”

Ariel laughed out loud. In her joy a single tear streaked out onto her right cheek. Acting quickly, Rumpel whipped a vial out of thin air and lifted the tear into it before sealing it.

“What would you need of one of my tears?” she asked after calming down.

Rumpelstiltskin slipped it onto his belt before looking back at her. “What would you need of it after you shed it? It’s not like it’s going to grant immortality or anything like that. I would think of it as a thank you gift and a souvenir of this place. Now…”

He held his hands to her and gave her an encouraging smile. She smiled back and placed her hands on his. He began to lift her up and as he did so, a glow appeared on her waist down to her fins similar to the one that had shone as he revived Prince Eric. Slowly but surely she rose up with him and once she was upright the glow dissipated to show her on two legs and wearing a blue dress that sparkled in the sunlight. She smiled widely at Eric and the two of them embraced each other before going into a kiss.
Rumpelstiltskin along with Prince Eric battle against Ursula and her powers over the ocean. 

Rumpelstiltskin is based off of the character of the same name in Once Upon A Time. 
All Disney characters belong to Disney. 

P. S. Later, Rumpelstitlskin faces another Disney villain. 
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Guessing has plans to find the fountain of youth.
There are a few things that does not work well or not make sense in this chapter sorry to say.