Siren

First

The ship known as The Black Sparrow tore through the turquoise blue water, a stream of foam following in its tracks. On board the ship, a young woman was tidying the captains cabin as she had done for many years now. Dusting away dust, organising papers and maps, washing clothes, shining boots, and all the other tasks that needed to be done. This was her life.

At the moment, she was scrubbing the floors - her final task for the day and she was nearly finished. The bucket of water and soap needed to be emptied over the railing and then, she would be done. She walked out the cabin, bucket in hand, and towards the railing where she disposed of the dirty water.

"Land ahoy!" She heard from above. A young lad sat in the top of the mast as he pointed straight ahead.

She knew what this meant. The captain and crew would tie the ship to the dock and walk ashore, returning with rum and other needed supplies. Every now and then, new crew members would follow, seeking adventures.

She paid no mind to the crew as they went off the ship, she had far more exciting things to do. Whenever they landed on a new island, she preferred to walk on the beach and maybe swim amongst the local fish. Today was no different.

Hours later, the crew was starting to return to the ship, golden treasures and liquor in hand. She noticed a few new faces but one stood out. He was the youngest amongst the group of newcomers - around her own age and when she looked at him, a warmth spread in her chest. A warmth that seemed to grab a hold of her heart and squeeze it tightly, never to let go.