Siren's Song

Chapter One - Dawn's Awakening

My eyes fluttered open and the glaring sun hit me in the face before any of my other senses could register. 

The ocean was calm and the waves were tranquil, only small splinters of wreckage floating about in the vast expanse. Nothing else was to be seen for miles around.

"It's only a miracle that we surviv'd. 'Should consider ourselves favor'd." The female accompanying me let out a small sigh and began wringing the water out her long, blonde hair. I found myself unable to speak, unable to make noises, no matter how hard I tried. "Th' name's Lucky, 'guess it's a truly fittin' name, considerin' our circumstances."

She looked over at me and two emerald eyes met mine, I could not speak, I could not even will my mouth to open, my lips to part. "Well, then, do we have a case of Laryngitis? Poor boy, migh' not be able to speak for a bit."

I sat up and a chill ran down my spine. There was no water in the boat itself, save for the bit that dripped off my damp clothes. An aching pain was ever present in the back of my head, I must have hit my head on the side of the boat after...

...after what?

A few memories came back to me in a blur. Fire. Rain. Waves. Panic. Sharks. Death.

Death was the most prominent one... but why?

I tested my voice once again and all that came out was a raspy squeak.

"Ah, so your voice does work. Wha' a relief. Mus' be from all the cold, take it easy f'r a bit. Don' strain yourself."

I could hear a distinct accent in her voice, but I couldn't quite make out what it was, either from the strain I had been putting on myself to remember, or from the total exhaustion that crept its way through my subconsciousness.

"Whenev'r you talk again, let me know what I should call ya." Lucky looked at me and smiled. "I've got a lotta questions f'r whenev'r that is." I reached over the side of the boat and dipped my hands into the cool water, it was daytime now, so it wasn't freezing, just mildly chilled. A sigh escaped my lips and I splashed some water on my face. The coldness woke me up slightly and I tested my voice again. It was working again, but a few cracks edged at my hoarse voice.

"Testing, testing..." I picked the most cliche words to test my voice with, but I wasn't exactly expecting my voice to work. I sounded like an idiot. You could hear the obvious British tinge to my accent, and it startled me slightly, being used to...

...Irish. Lucky was Irish.

"'Ey! You can speak!" She grins and chuckles at me.