Siren
The waves would belch as Agnis powered through. Ripping through the orange chunks like butter, we would have made it out in time if all went well. But of course “She” had other plans. In seconds the thick green waters were battering against the ship's hull. The men scrambled to their knees. Desperately trying to throw the sludge overboard, they could only tear up as the potent scent gripped them. And not skipping a beat, the cacophony of wretched discharge choked the air as they began to succumb to the disgust. I held off as long as I could, but the moment I heard her nails scrape against Agnis I could feel the spew slide up my throat like a worm through a tube.
As the sea began to part, the stream of broken down chunks escaping from our mouths began to turn red as they splattered against the wooden floor. She began to rise from the sludge, the sick dripping down her emerald hair and raining hell upon us, prompting even worse reactions. The waters below had gotten so thick that even Agnis had started to falter. It was at this point where we knew all was lost. Gripping the wheel I stared to the sky, meeting her vile stare as blood seeped from my mouth. She seemed entertained. By now her orchestra of struggles had ended, most of the men had either choked on their insides or taken their own life before she could. The woman placed her soft hands on the ship's bow to get a better look at her toys. Agnis creaked in agony under her weight.
“You look lonely dear. Please, come forth and let me warm your hollowed heart.” She spoke with my grandmother's tongue. I couldn’t help but approach as she opened her arms for a grand embrace. Climbing up onto her hand I felt as though the weight of the world had been left behind. She raised me beyond the heavens and stars as I began to see the true light of the world. And in that moment of pure absolute ecstasy, she dropped me. Splashing into the reddish green pool I could only watch as her teeth closed off my last glimpse of that light. It’s cold here. I can feel the sick swirl around my neck, splashing into my mouth. No grand battle or going out on my own terms. This is how I die, strung along by a siren's tongue.
