The Pirate Queen and the Outcast Siren

Once upon a time, there was a queen. But she was not a queen in the classical sense, with thrones of gold or towers and spires or a king to rule beside. No, this queen ruled the raging tides and crashing waves. A pirate queen.

Once upon a time, there was a peasant. But she was not a peasant in the classical sense, with hallowed cheeks from hunger or worn clothing and bruises or a brood of children. No, this peasant lived deep below the surface, scuttling about the ocean floor. A outcast siren.

The pirate queen voyaged many seas and fought many battles and killed many men. Her eyes spoke of wisdom all were enthralled to listen to. The kind that is hard won. On a overcast day, she was voyaging back to her faithful crew’s homeport for the season, when it began to snow.

Among the snow, it’s white flakes coating the world and chilling her to the bone, she saw a sight that chilled her even further.

A siren on a rock, eyes passive. Just observing. Most sirens would have-should have leapt at the chance to sing their song and reap their prey, but this siren did not.

The men and women alike of her ship ogled the siren’s beauty. Her form cast across the rock, hair black as squid’s ink falling around her shoulders and eyes as blue as the deep, dark ocean.

Not the cheery blue of the sky or the innocent blue of dyes and flowers, but a blue so deep and chasm-like you could simply fall in. The pirate queen saw her wisdom reflected in the siren’s eyes.

“Leave it be! We must move along quickly before it decides to sing!.” The pirate queen chastised her crew.

But even she could not look away. Thankfully, the siren was merciful enough not to sing her song and let the sailors go, although they surely took their sweet time.

“See my face in winters sun of yonder days, the creep of the bays is yet to come.” 

The siren spoke, not even with a hint of rhythm or melody, as though scared of letting her song take over.

The pirate queen repeated the words over and over again. Everyday, as though those words had become her won personal religion, the pirate queen sang them to her self and worte than in the sand.

As the winter moved along, the pirate queen made daily voyages out to that same spot, wishing to see the siren again. But she never did. The siren had disappeared. 

All winter this continued, the constat searching and hope, but the siren did not return to that spot.

The pirate queen said her goodbyes to their island after long months of hunkering down for the winter. They would have a prosperous season of pillaging and see wonders that any child would daydream of. Most of all, she would forget the blue of that siren’s eyes.

So the pirate queen went to sleep that night only to be awoken by the most beautiful of tunes. The pirate queen knew exactly what the tune was, and she went anyways. If the siren killed her, it would be worth gazing into those eyes again.

So the pirate queen put on her boots and followed the song.

The siren waited for the pirate queen, patient in the clean picking of the fish bone she had in hand.

This time she sung the poem, “See my face in winters sun of yonder days, the creep of the bays is yet to come.” 

The pirate queen took a step forward, her boots splashing in the water. Finally she would get to ask the siren all she desired. About the poem, about the never-ending blue of her eyes.

But she could not open her mouth. It seemed to have been sewed shut for all it did for the pirate queen. She was so dumbfounded she couldn’t speak. She could only listen as the siren repeated her simple prose, each time more desperate than the last. 

The pirate queen came forward, and suddenly the siren stopped. The siren looked up to the sky, lips parted, than she looked at the captain.

“Beckon of the deepest desire, your work has gone up in fire.”

“What do you mean? What are you saying?” The pirate queen begged the siren, words suddenly pouring out of her.

“A question here, a question there, you and I would be quiet the pair. Join me now, in this sea of bliss, for the cost is only one little kiss.”

The pirate queen had longed for much in her life. Until the first snow, she had thought she had had all she wanted. Power, money, a crew that would kill for her. But her crew would only kill for her. They did not love her, if anything they feared her. Her soul ached for a lover. A companion of the days to come.

So the pirate queen gave the siren her kiss. The siren grinned and caressed the pirate queens face, dragging her under the water. 

At first, the pirate queen thought she would drown. There was no air. Her lungs screamed in protest as the siren pressed their lips together with deep passion. In an instant, she could breathe. The pain remained, but she would no longer die.

“Come with me.” The siren crooned, leading the pirate queen throughout the sea.

That night was a night of beauty. The ocean floor was a sight even the pirate queen had never imagined she would see. This was a world in of its own, slippering and dashingly colourful and wondrous. A magnetic pulse that lit up the pirate queen’s soul, instilling her with something she hadn’t really felt before. Love. 

But the night had to be over. The siren told the pirate queen that she had to return to the surface for the day. The siren needed to prepare the proper arrangements for a permanent breathing spell for the pirate queen, and it would only be polite for pirate queen to bid farewell to her crew.

So, the pirate queen went back to the surface and went back to camp. Only to find that there was no camp at all. Nor any people. Nor her beloved ship.

It was all gone. She was stupid this winter, letting her distraction show and her crew notice her obsession with the siren’s prose. They had left her behind because she was foolish and weak. 

She would not have survived in the pirates world in the coming seasons. They knew that and left her.

The pirate queen, who was not so much of a pirate or a queen anymore went back to the bay to wait for the siren, who promised she would return in the night to retrieve her.

So the once pirate queen waited for the siren. 

She waited a long time for the siren, repeating each thing she had said and trying to remember each sight they saw together.

Neither her crew or her lover ever came for the once pirate queen.