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Siren Song

This is a story I wrote last year! Slight TW for drowning at the beginning :))

The only thing I can feel is cold. It clouds all of my senses, my limbs screaming for warmth, my breath getting shorter by the moment. Plunging through the layers of the ocean is a form of torture by itself. My bound legs made any hope I held onto of survival obsolete.

As the cold embraces me, I become painfully aware of the chains digging into my skin, the cannonball attached to them dragging me down, down, down into the endless black abyss which spread in all directions.

The men said my presence angered the Gods. That a woman was bad luck on a ship. They hadn’t minded so much when they believed me to be a man; they heralded me a hero, called me one of them, even made me an officer. But as soon as it was revealed otherwise, they bound me and flung me overboard without a second thought.

There is a burning starting in my lungs, saltwater scratching its way down my oesophagus. It is funny that I shall die by drowning, the ocean has always felt like more of a home to me than any place on land.

Almost at the bottom now, it is too dark to see, and I feel as though I am being crushed by the waters above me. I look up, the ship is no longer there, the sun just barely breaking through the surface of the water. It feels good to see it one last time.

If I had never boarded that ship, would things be different? If I hadn't stolen away from home in the dead of night, would I be happy? No. I do not regret running. I was not made to be a wife. I was made to fight.

I scream;  internally for the life I was robbed of; the pain the bastards on the ship have caused and for what could have been. Perhaps in my next life, I shall be a man - able to do what I want, become the crew of any ship, no facade or lies needed. I could marry the woman I love. 

Thud. I hit the seafloor. Sand billows up around me, creating a kaleidoscope of shapes in the water. I wonder if it is the last time I shall see something beautiful. There’s nothing alive here, just me, and I shan’t be alive much longer. I begin to close my eyes, resigning myself to my fate.

What was that? I see a flash of a tail out of the corner of my eye.

A fish is staring at me, mocking me in my final moments. It is hard to make out its form fully - I can almost hear it laughing at me, finding humour in my foolishness for trusting men. It looks too big to be a fish, perhaps it’s a shark?

My vision is swimming now. I pray for the shark to kill me, to end my suffering. It is coming closer and as it reaches inches from my face, my eyes flutter shut, and I whisper one final prayer - “just make it quick”.

Then the shark presses its lips to mine.

What?

My lungs fill with air, my eyes snapping open. Barely even noticing the fact that I can now see everything around me as clear as day. There floats a woman before me, a woman with dark golden eyes, her torso wrapped with seaweed and an old fishing net toward her legs - no - her tail? She giggles softly at my open mouth. Her tail reflects sheens of emerald and cerulean, like a reef in summer. I draw my eyes back up to her smiling face, only now noticing the gills on either side of her neck. Her smile is beautifully terrifying. Her razor-sharp teeth and kind eyes create a strange mix of caution and trust. I find myself entranced by her, the way she moves, fluid and strong; the waters surrounding her seem to vibrate with life.

She is a siren. She must be. The creatures who enchant sailors and lead them to their death. She opens her mouth again, displaying those ferocious teeth, and she begins to sing. The most beautiful and haunting tune I have ever heard. A song of mourning, and somehow, I can understand she is singing for me.

A warm sensation rises into my throat, so different from the burn of saltwater that had affected it so recently, this is a warmth of comfort, like a warm bed on a midwinter’s morning. The warmth spread throughout my body, I watch as a subtle glow followed where I felt the warmth trail, I watch the light spread down my arms, and as the siren unbound my hands, I saw webbing begin to form between my fingers, glancing at the siren before me, she gestured excitedly at her own hands, which looked much the same.

The warmth is still spreading through my body, and when it reaches my legs, it begins to burn, although not painful with a brighter glow. The chains binding my legs seared red and dropped off. I felt them knitting together, becoming one limb, becoming a tail. My sodden clothes fall into a pile at the base of my tail.

As the light begins to fade, I spare a tentative glance at my new tail. It is bigger than the siren’s, brighter too, a bright red, with orange flecks, giving it the effect of being on fire when I moved.  Mirroring the flame of fury that is coursing through my veins. Just like the siren, I have scales dotting up over my stomach, except they are denser, parting into two halves just below my belly button, each half steadily wrapping around my torso and just covering my chest. My hair was free now too, the French braid it was previously in had come undone on the way down, and now my jet-black curls flowed behind me.

The siren is giggling now, she seems overly excited at the vibrance of my tail, I test it, swimming around, giggling now myself. I nod my head to her in thanks, to thank her for saving my life, for making me like her.

Without even vocalising it, she seems to know what I want. She gestures for me to follow her, I smile a little, running my tongue over my new teeth and follow.

She’s going to teach me another song, but this time a song of rage.

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