A sweet melody drifted through the briny air. The captain peered through his telescope. An island loomed ahead.
“Change course,” he commanded, but the ship wouldn’t listen. He wrestled with the wheel, but it wouldn’t budge.
His crew abandoned ship and swam ashore.
“Wait, she’s mine!” the captain yelled, removing his boots.
“Don’t leave me,” the ship begged him. ”The siren wishes your death. We’ve sailed together for fifty years. I even learnt to speak, all for you!”
“What’s to talk … when she sings?” The captain jumped into the waves.
The ship sailed home alone, wailing to the siren’s tune.
~by Sylvia Heike