enticing cris

The Song of the Sea

communitymc said something about siren!Tom and, naturally, a certain Pirate Captain (Jordan). I fell in love with the idea and this story worked its way into existence.

Ship: Syndisparklez. Lots of Syndisparklez.

Triggers: Unless you don’t like the ocean this is mostly just fluff with a lil’ sadness thrown in :)

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“We’re closing in on the bay, Captain.” Capsize adjusted the wheel, angling the boat to further align with the narrow entrance to the bay that was illuminated brightly in the setting sun.

“You’re sure this is the place?” Redbeard asked, also studying the landform that they approached gradually- and not without a small dose of fear mingling with the anticipation in their stomachs.

“Look at the cliff outline. If that doesn’t look like a tower to you- ‘the seaside castle’ as she said- clearly your other eye is going as well.” Jordan replied.

“I see perfectly well with my remaining eye, mate.” Skipper replied, rolling said eye as Rupert scrambled up from below decks.

“Remember what milady said.” Jordan spoke levelly as the ship nearly grazed each side of the landform and drifted into the harbor. “Keep your mind on finding the pearls. Anything else is a distraction, and should be avoided completely.”

“Do you think they’re real?” Redbeard spoke softly, almost inaudible over the sound of the waves. “The sirens.”

“I think Jordan’s right. Your other eye is going.” Capsize replied, pointing straight ahead.

The bay they emerged into was shaped like a nearly-full moon, surrounded by sharp cliffs.  Small rocks jutted throughout the shallow waters, and it was on those rocks that they focused their attention. In the shadows cast by the cliffs, the rocks were dotted with smaller, pale-colored creatures.

“They’re real alright.” Rupert said, putting away his telescope with a look of determination on his face. “Steer clear of the shadows, mateys.”

“We’re here for the pearls and nothing more. Remember milady’s orders, and all shall go smoothly.” Jordan ordered, and the ship headed straight for the opposite side of the bay. When they were within a hundred feet of the shore, the singing started.

Rupert was the first one to hear it, and the pirate paused mid-word as unearthly voices reached their ears. It started out soft, barely background noise, but the closer they got to the shore (and the rocks) the louder and more noticeable the song became.

It wasn’t lyrical, exactly, nor was it in a language that any of them understood, but to many pirates and lost travelers, the song of the sirens held promises of things beyond comprehension. Rupert went slack-jawed, staring at a small group of sirens that had left the rocks and were approaching the boat with caution.

“Snap out of it.” Capsize ordered, and Rupert blinked, shivering slightly as he tore his eyes away and stared at the shore instead. Redbeard gritted his teeth, and Capsize guided the boat towards the rocky beach until the bottom of the boat nearly scraped the seabed.

“Eyes on the prize.” Redbeard ordered. “We’re here for milady, nothing more.”

As Jordan vaulted over the side of the boat and landed in the water with a splash, he mulled over the meaning of the song. It had started off as soft and sweet, but the longer he listened the more it lost its hold on him. For whatever reason, the sirens weren’t able to reel him in like the legends told.

He glanced at a group of three sirens who had begun to slowly approach him and scowled. Their perfect faces fell into perplexed frowns.

“Hello Captain.” One of them spoke finally, pale grey eyes staring into his own. “Care to take a swim? I promise we won’t bite…”

“I want no business with you.” Jordan replied shortly. “Leave me be.” He pulled his sword out of its sheath ever so slightly, and they stopped their approach, hissing slightly.

“Do our voices not tempt you, pirate?” The grey-eyed one spoke again. “Come on Captain, live a little.”

Jordan studied their faces, analyzing their perfect, feminine features before shaking his head. “Please leave me alone.” He drew his sword. The siren arched one perfect eyebrow, before turning her back on him. She swam off, and the others reluctantly followed.

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. The siren’s magic hadn’t worked on him, clearly, and while he was grateful for that it was still confusing. He plodded through the shadows before emerging onto the rocky beach. Tide pools dotted the rocks and sand here and there; some shallow and small, and others deeper and much wider across. The smaller ones were a safer bet, and Jordan wasted no time searching for the oysters that would (hopefully) contain the right pearls that Ianite wished for.

The setting sun cast pink light on the black rocks as Jordan began to pull oysters out of the pool and stuff them in the bag he carried with him. He’d gathered maybe a dozen or so when the singing started up again. He immediately stopped, spellbound.

Whatever the siren’s songs had lacked before, it certainly did not lack that now. The song was smooth, flowing easily across the rocks and echoing off the cliff walls. Jordan closed his eyes for a moment, trying to pinpoint the location of the sounds that soothed his very soul with their words.

The song spoke to him of smooth seas, of warm grass on bare feet, and the feeling of a cool breeze on a hot summer day in the city. Jordan felt almost as if he was floating, as if the song had erased the laws of existence entirely. The song was both familiar and unlike anything he’d ever heard.

In a daze, he dropped the oyster he had in his hand. He needed to know where the song was coming from. Someone called his name, but he didn’t have time to pay attention to that. The siren was singing, and he needed to find them.

Jordan’s eyes fastened upon a cave leading into the far cliff wall. Immediately, he knew that was where he needed to be. Again, he heard someone call his name. Again, he ignored them and continued on. The closer he got to the cave, the more the tone of the song changed. While from a distance the song sounded pleasant and soft, the nearer he came the more it began to take on a sad, almost pitiful aura.

When Jordan splashed into the knee-high water that filled the bottom of the cave, the singing abruptly stopped. His mind snapped back to being rational once more and he blinked, staring around at the interior of the cave. The song momentarily forgotten, he stared at the rows upon rows of oysters that marked the waterline. Well, as long as I’m here, I might as well…

Jordan began to pick oysters once more, oblivious to his surroundings as he focused once more on the task at hand. When a hand tentatively closed around his ankle, he jumped and nearly dropped the bag as he drew his sword and spun around in a panic.

The siren that had snuck up on him backed off, eyes wide as it retreated into the very back of the cave. Immediately, Jordan knew it was the siren who had sung to him earlier. “Whoa, whoa, I’m not going to hurt you.” Jordan said, watching as the siren hid its face from him and trembled in the corner. “See?” He said, slowly sheathing his sword again and showing his empty hands.

The siren had retreated almost all the way out of the water, back into the very end of the cave. The scales that melded into its chest shone weakly in the light of the setting sun. Even from a distance Jordan could tell there was something off about the half-humanoid creature in front of him.

“Who are you?” He asked softly taking a couple hesitant steps closer. Finally, the siren raised its head and looked at him. Jordan’s breath caught in his throat. Golden-brown eyes stared up at him tentatively, the face they were set in framed by short hair the color of the ocean on a sunny day. Most surprisingly, however, was that the face was distinctly masculine.

“There are male sirens?” Jordan asked, astonished. The siren in front of him nodded, eyes never leaving his face. “I didn’t know.”

“I’m the only one here.” The siren finally spoke, and Jordan’s knees nearly gave out at the sound of his voice. He took another hesitant step forward, and when the siren didn’t flinch away he sat down on a rock nearby. “Most male sirens die of starvation within a year of their birth. They kept me alive because the species cannot survive without at least a little genetic variation.”

Jordan’s heart squeezed painfully as he noticed the ribs sticking out of the siren’s bare chest and how the hollows of his cheeks cast shadows over his otherwise-perfect face. He was still breathtakingly beautiful, but Jordan could not begin to imagine what horrors he had been through. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts

“What is your name?” Jordan asked breathlessly, attempting to learn more about the siren who had gradually begun to stop hiding from him.

“…a name? I don’t have one.” The siren frowned.

“You need one.” Jordan decided. “How about… Tom?”

“Tom…” the siren tested the name out, the human name sounding foreign on it’s tongue. “I like that. Nobody ever bothered to give me a name before.”

“Nice to meet you Tom. I’m Jordan. Jordan Maron.”

“Jordan. Hm. I suppose you were here after the pearls like everyone else?”

“My lady Ianite needed them. Myself and a few other pirates were sent on a journey to retrieve them.” Outside, Capsize yelled his name. Jordan cursed, closing his eyes. “It was an urgent mission, I’m afraid.”

“You’re leaving?” Tom’s face fell. “Very well, go in peace. And I don’t suppose I’ll ever see you again, will I?”

Jordan paused, considering the siren in front of him. Before the mission, he’d never felt a tie to anyone greater than that which he had to his goddess. Now, however, it seemed that the blue-haired siren had stolen a part of him away.

“Jordan, we need to go!” Capsize yelled from somewhere nearby the mouth of the cave.

“Here, take this.” Tom said, grabbing Jordan’s hand and slipping something into it. When he opened his hand, a coin-sized pearl shone brightly in his palm. “It’s something to remember me by, if you’d like.”

“This isn’t goodbye.” Jordan stated firmly. “I’ll be back for you. I’m going to get you help. Milady and I will work something out.”

“Jordan! There’s a storm coming!”

“Be safe.” Tom said. Then he paused. “Come here.” Jordan leaned in a bit closer as Tom’s voice dropped to a whisper.

The siren’s lips met his own, the kiss lasting mere moments that seemed to stretch into infinity. When they parted, the taste of salt lingered on Jordan’s tongue. “They say a siren’s kiss brings good fortune at sea.” Tom whispered, dropping his gaze.

“I’m coming back for you.” Jordan said as he scrambled to his feet.

“You promise?”

“I promise.”