The ships arrived hours after Oliver had warned Fenella of the invasion. Dressed in a white gown provided by the town’s finest seamstress Fenella marched to her battlefield, below the cliffs of Gillespie. Rocks shot upward from the sea floor, creating ragged, pointed walls off of which the waves could crash thunderously. Oliver rowed her in a small dingy to the rocks, where she was able to climb the largest one right in the middle. It was relatively close to shore, and appeared to be an excellent anchoring place.
“Fare well, Fen. I’ll see you at the end,” Oliver said. She noticed the reluctance in his eyes and shined a smile.
“Don’t fret, Oliver. I will return soon!” This made Oliver return her smile with more confidence than before. They both knew being near the rocks and thrashing waves was one of the most dangerous places on the coast, but if Fenella’s plan prevailed, it would all be worth the trouble–at least that’s what she believed.
Back in the selkie clan, Moire’s position on the matter of helping the humans was tossed about, but soon denied. If Fenella wished to risk her life for these men, they must be trustworthy. Over the past few weeks, her family had noticed her maturity and great strive for power, and they respected her for that. They would not allow her to fight on her own. Others joined her family when they spotted the ships arriving.
Soon the seal scouts that were sent to inspect the ships discreetly swam to Oliver–per Fenella’s request–telling him, “They’re laughing, aboard! Sharpening knives and axes, loading cannons and stuffing the barrels of their guns with powder. There are skins of our kin being hung from their ropes. We are in the fight as much as you, human boy. Are ye prepared?”
“Aye, we’re ahead of them. Gather your female selkies to join Fenella among the rocks!” he ordered, like a true Chieftain.
Fenella ordered those of the selkie women who could to transform into their human counterparts. After Bridget helped to clothe the women of the sea, they joined Fenella on the rocks. The sea began to fight against them, crashing higher and becoming angrier by the minute. Fenella bit her lip nervously, but watched closely as the ship of villains approached.
“Selkie clan–we will begin to sing our clan anthem as the ship approaches,” Fenella shouted. “Once we get their attention, coax them toward us; make them believe they can reach us before hitting the rocks. We can pull them closer with our combined power. Their ships will crumble beneath their boots!”
The human clan hid quietly on the edge of the beaches with guns and axes, and the tops of the cliffs were lined with archers and a single cannon, roughly disguised as rocks themselves.
In moments, the rough tide rolled the ship close enough for the pod of selkies to become visible to them. Their long hair whipped around their faces as their dresses did about their ankles.
And then, their song began. The sailors had no idea where the beautiful sound arose. It was as though a heavenly choir was welcoming them into the land beyond. When they spotted the women draped across the rock bed, they were intrigued and turned that way. The selkies pretended to just notice them and jumped up, waving with excitement. Some blew kisses, raising up the skirts of their dresses to show off porcelain legs. Together, they gathered each other’s energy through a shared anger toward the evil men and encouraged the ship in their direction. Because the ship was of such volume, the selkies struggled to keep their song together as well as move the ship with all their might.
The pirates seemed to be very interested, though, and didn’t mind the ship being tilted toward that side of the beach. The selkies continued their coquettish acts reaching in the direction of the ship and putting their hands on their hearts with such desire, it was difficult to turn away.
But then, the captain of their ship emerged–tall, leather cap and all–and shouted, “Wake up, men! Heed not their precious songs and flirtation! They are sirens that pull any unsuspecting man into the sea!” His voice boomed so loudly that even the rocks on the cliffs trembled.
Fenella panicked. What now…they’ve caught us!
Suddenly, before the selkies rose a glowing figure in a white dress of sea foam that grew and grew and grew until it was as tall as the rocks that reached up from the sea. A beautiful woman with hair like fire and lips like summer poppies revealed herself, joining her sisters in song.