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First you will meet the Sirens, who cast a spell on every man who comes their way. Whoso draws near unwarned and hears the Sirens' voices, by him no wife nor little child shall ever stand, glad at his coming home. For The Sirens cast a penetrating song, sitting within a meadow. Nearby is a great heap of rotting human bones; fragments of skin are shriveling on them. Therefore sail on, and stop your comrades' ears with sweet wax, kneaded soft, so none may hear.
-Homer, the Odyssey
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(1854)
Siren POV
Perched on a rock, the Siren watched a ship draw nearer. I will wait for it to be closer, she thought, wondering who could be on this one. She could just make out a flag on the mast, a red cross, England. It meant nothing to her, nor did all the other ships that she had sunk.
She started to sing, opening her wings and let the ship come.
Captain POV
At the helm, the captain kept the vessel on a straight course, to the Sirens. Though his crew had not believed him about them, he still put wax in his ears and commanded everyone do the same. If we come across a Siren, he thought, we will not hear her song so we will not drown, and I will prove I was right.
A crewman ran to the captain, and appeared to be saying something to him. He was one of the newer members, and refused to be ashamed by having to put wax in his ears. Though the captain could not hear the crewman, nor read his lips, he had a pretty good idea of what he was trying to say.
The Siren; she's here. Never in his life, did the captain ever imagine he would actually get to experience encountering a Siren.
Knowing the crewman could hear him he addressed the young sailor, "come here, boy," getting rope ready to tie him to the mast. Clueless, the crewman let the captain tie him and put a cloth in his mouth, gagging him.
Looking back to the front of the hull, the captain saw the silhouette of what looked like a huge bird sitting on the edge of a cliff, not too far away. As if it noticed the captain staring at it, it tipped off the cliff and glided towards the ship. As it got closer, the captain could distinguish what looked like a human form with wings. He climbed to the crows' nest trying to get a better look at it. Whatever it was, it appeared to be gaining speed, rocketing towards the captain, showing no intention of stopping.
Still speeding, all the captain saw was a blur of long raven hair and same coloured wings. It was heading for the top of the mast, and when it landed, the captain couldn't believe it's beauty. Greater than the Lady of England, but this one without the dress of the English woman. She was wearing a simple tunic torn in the back for her wings, and old leather trousers.
With almond shaped eyes staring back at him, she spoke, but the captain could not hear, for he had forgotten to take the wax from his ears.
Gingerly raising his hands to his ears, ignoring his crews' frantic calls to him, one of them feverishly climbing the net to the crows' nest, he cautiously pulled the soft wax out, all the while watching the Siren.
**When the ship returned from it's journey, the captain was gone, and when the Lord asked where he was, all that the Lord got from the crew was some nonsense about these 'Sirens'. Not many believed the crew, but the ones who did would not say so, for they were scared of what would happen if they were to confess. Would their luck leave them the next time they went out to sea?
With the former captain gone, the vessel appointed to new one, but he didn't believe in Sirens.
With the crew unwilling to tell more of the Siren, and the new captain not wanting to hear it, the crew was in constant fear every time they went to sea.
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Fantasy"There's always a siren, singing you to shipwreck. Some of us may be more susceptible than others are, but there's always a siren. It may be with us all our lives, or it may be many years or decades before we find it or it finds us. But when it does...