Siren

Again

A blur of blue, green and beige blends together as she hastily makes her way through the water towards her home, planning to gather up her son and flee before he finds them.

She nears the beach at which the hidden entrance is concealed. She comes to a stand-still. The entrance is sealed off, pirates guarding the entrance. His crew. Him. How could he recall the entrance to the lagoon when he did not care for her? What did he wish to achieve?

He stands at the secret cove that leads deep under water, hoping she too could remember the place of their first real interaction. Memories of her, a feeling of love, had bubbled up inside him as he had caught a swift glance of her.

Hoping to be reunited with her, he searches the vast ocean with his trusted binoculars. He hears a scream. He turns towards the way of which the cry came to investigate. A low fledgling of his crew holds her in his hairy embrace, sword to her throat as he yelps out.
"Captain! It's true what they say! The Siren is real!"

"It seems so..."

No. Not again.