Wild bleary eyes stare fixedly into bleak empty space, the burning sensation of salt spray on a sun seared face. All sense of reality washed away by continuous salt spray, for how long, a month, a week, a day? Somehow my addled brain registers the death of the ship, the feeling of loss and desolation, when below the waves she did slip. The refusal of the spirit to die, forcing the body to attach to a wooden hatch, floating nearby. Drifting with the aimless moods of the sea, minutes run to hours to days to eternity. Something interrupting my thoughts, something that does not belong, yes, there it is a whisper o're the sea, yes. it is the song. Fear floods into my brain, as I realize this is what all sailors fear, I know without doubt, it is the song of the Sirens that I hear. Now, I see them singing in that sweet breath, singing me into the sweet arms of death. Soft, sweet the song fills my mind, come to us, enchantment to find. With great effort, from the voices I turn, sad mournful refrains, heart aches, tears burn, must not listen, must be strong, cannot surrender to the Siren's song. Sweet sounds of happiness fill my head as I turn and into their lair once more led. The mermaids recline on water polished rock, their existence, my sanity as if to mock, hands beckon rhythmically, eyes call for me to join with, to abandon all. Determination begins to fade, reason on the wane, the eyes keep calling, calling, calling my bane, and still the voices weave their hypnotic grip. From the sanctuary of my makeshift float, my fingers slip, my heart races, my thoughts dim, as to the mermaids I swim. Loving arms reaching in warm embrace, briny foam covers my face. Down, down, down our bodies descend, fear spreads through me, now that my life is at end. Terror turns to passion as I kiss her breasts, her lips, her hair consumed by mounting waves of ecstasy, I lose all thoughts of air. Now drifting with the currents, in sweet exhilaration, I begin to ponder consequences of my situation. I feel more alive than ever before and yet my broken body will float to some distant shore, tears for me will be shed, sad hearts will ache, lies of my virtues will be sung in a solemn wake, but as they mourn my untimely demise, I will be frolicking beneath the sea with my Siren prize.