Siren's Kiss

Prologue

In the depths where shadows dwell,
Where moonlight weaves its silver spell,
A voice arises from the swell,
A siren's song, a tale to tell.

Come, oh wanderer of the sea,
Draw close and listen unto me,
For in my song, you'll find the key
To unlock the secrets of the sea.

With melodies as old as time,
I weave a spell, both yours and mine,
Through whispered words and haunting rhyme,
I'll lead you to the depths sublime.

Beneath the waves, where dreams take flight,
Where stars above illuminate the night,
I'll guide you through the darkest plight,
And hold you safe until first light.

So, heed my call, oh sailor bold,
Let my song your heart enfold,
Together, we'll explore untold
Realms where mysteries unfold.

But heed this warning ere you stray,
For in my embrace, you'll ever stay,
Bound to me till break of day,
Lost in the depths where shadows play.

So, listen well, oh mortal kin,
And let my song your soul begin,
For in the depths, where dreams begin,
My siren's kiss shall be your sin.

Prince Ciel, A Siren's Lament
[LS Shijo 280324]

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The Scarlet Tempest sliced through the waves like a knife through silk, its crimson sails wafting in the salty breeze. On the deck, the crew of the Crimson Corsairs moved with practiced accuracy, their voices mingling with the creak of rigging and the slap of waves against the hull.

Captain Drake Stormare cut a striking figure against the backdrop of the open sea, his commanding presence rivaling that of the fiercest storm. Tall and broad-shouldered, he moved with the fluid grace of a predator on the hunt. Each step revealed the strength and agility beneath his lightly sun-kissed skin.

His tousled hair, the color of midnight and streaked with strands of silver moonlight, framed a face etched with the lines of a life lived on the edge of civilization. Chiseled features spoke of his heritage as a son of the sea, with deep brown eyes that mirrored the mysterious depths of the ocean itself, and a fierce jawline softened only by the hint of a rakish smile that played at the corners of his lips.

Unlike his fellow pirates, Drake was distinguished by the absence of a beard, his jawline clean and smooth, save for a hint of stubble that accentuated his rugged charm. It was a rare sight among men of the sea, but then again, Captain Drake was anything but ordinary.

His lips, sculpted into a perfect cupid's bow, held the promise of both mischief and passion, a teasing invitation to all who dared to come close. As he stood at the helm of his ship, the Scarlet Tempest, his gaze fixed upon the horizon, Drake knew that his destiny was written in the stars, bound forever to the sea that had shaped him into the man he had become.

With a weathered map spread out before him, he charted their course through treacherous waters, his keen eyes skimming the distance for signs of their next prize.

"Captain!" called a voice from the crow's nest. "Sails on the starboard side!"

Drake's lips curled into a predatory grin as he raised his spyglass to his eye, his heart quickening with anticipation. Sure enough, a merchant vessel loomed on the horizon, its sails glinting in the fading light like a beacon of promise.