1 comments/ 9315 views/ 1 favorites Siren Song By: touche This story is a complete work of fiction. It was written without the knowledge or permission of all mentioned persons. I have never met nor had any kind of relationship with anyone involved. No harm or offense is meant. With that said please enjoy this fantasy. * I had always wanted to see the beauty of Alaska, but what prompted me to travel there in the dead of winter I'll never know. But what the hell, it ended up being an amazing time! My month long stay was almost up and I still wanted to visit Dutch Harbor. You see I'm a huge fan of the show Deadliest Catch. Watching the men battle the elements, to bring in pots of snow crab just sets my heart pumping. The danger, the agony and the triumph keeps my TV glued to The Discovery Channel every Tuesday night. Ok so, that's exactly what brought me to Alaska in January, well that and I couldn't get away from my job in October, for Red King Crab season. So that's how I found myself hanging out at the Unisea Sports Bar watching the boats getting ready to head out into the Bering Sea the next day, when in walks none other than Captains Johnathon and Andy Hillstrand, of the Time Bandit. Both brothers are incredibly handsome, but Johnathon, with his bad boy looks really gets me going. What can I say, I like 'em tall, dark and handsome! And at over 6" I imagined, long dark hair and rugged build, Johnathon certainly fit the bill. I happened to catch his eye as they walked in, and gave him a small smile. He was the first person from the show that I had seen up close while I had been there. And he was now headed my way. It took them about five minutes to get from the door to the bar where I sat, as every few feet someone would stop to shake hands, chat or give them a pat on the back. I had heard about the rescue and amazing haul they had during Red Crab season so I wasn't surprised. "Are these seats taken?" Johnathon asked, laying his hand on my shoulder. "Nope, they're all yours." I told him setting my Budweiser on the bar. "Johnathon Hillstrand, I don't think I've seen you around before?" "Leigh Martin and you must be Captain Andy? I'm from Seattle actually. I'm on vacation." I said to them as they sat down. I was a little surprised when both men started to laugh. "Vacation? In Alaska . . . in January? Don't most people head south on vacation in winter?" Johnathon asked as he picked up the beer that the bartender set in front of him. "Well I suppose that most people do, but I like to play by my own rules." I said giving him a saucy wink. "I've always wanted to visit Alaska and this was actually the only time I could get away from my job long enough to do it right." "Good answer. I'm sorry, we shouldn't have laughed at you." Andy said leaning around his brother to look at me. "Hey don't worry about it, you aren't the first people to laugh at me when I told them where I was going. But I'm loving it here. Dutch Harbor is really a neat place, it's so lively right now." "It won't be too lively tomorrow." Andy said with a little bit of sadness in his voice. "I heard that Opie season starts tomorrow. I wish you guys the best of luck and a safe trip." I told him raising my bottle in a silent salute. "So is tonight all about taking it easy, for you guys?" "Taking it easy, hell no! We gotta play hard and get loud one more time before we get down to business. " Johnathon said raising his voice loud enough to be heard across the bar. He smiled at me as the cheers went up around the bar. "The Time Bandit works hard when we're on the water, but baby, we play just as hard when we're on dry land." He said, looking at me in a way that had me wondering just how hard these boys liked to play. "As a matter of fact we're having a little shindig on deck tonight to start the season right, how'd you like to join us? What d'ya say Andy, do you think we could squeeze another pretty little girl onto the deck tonight." "Well she's just a little slip of a thing, I bet we could find a spot for her." Andy said with a tip of the white Stetson that seemed almost out of place here in Alaska, but suited Andy to a T. "So what d'ya say, wanna come party Time Bandit style." Johnathon asked as he pushed away from the bar. "Lead the way, Captains! What better way to end my vacation than partying with a bunch of handsome fishermen." I said as I shrugged my black leather jacket over my navy blue turtle neck sweater. Johnathon took my arm as the 3 of us made our way out of the bar and across the port to where the Time Bandit lay in wait. The wind howled and sent tiny tendrils of the falling snow under the collar of my sweater. I was really glad I had chosen the warm sweater over any of the other items in my suitcase. Not only was it really warm, but I knew it fit snugly across my ample chest showing off my tits temptingly. I shivered a little as a large snowflake hit me, and slid down behind my ear. "She's just over here. Only a few more minutes and you can warm back up. And you wanted to vacation here?" He asked again, a deep rumbling laughter coming from his sexy mouth. "Oh wow!" Was all I could think to say as I found myself standing along side the 100 plus foot vessel. "She's gorgeous isn't she?" Andy said as he easily jumped over the rail and onto the deck of his boat. Leaning back over the side he reached for my hand. Noticing my hesitation, as I peered into the blackness separating the pier and the deck, he smiled. "I promise little lady, the Bering Sea won't be claiming you tonight." He gave me a wink as he grabbed my hand. "It's real easy, don't think about it and just jump." Johnathon told me as he leaned in close. I tossed my auburn hair over my shoulder to look him in the eye. I dropped my voice to a whisper as I took in the masculine scent that was a little bit cologne, a little bit beer and a whole lot of Bering Sea air. "The sea may not claim me, but what about you?" I smiled at the wide eyed response I got just before I jumped across the chasm onto the rolling deck of the Time Bandit. Johnathon followed a second after me, I could tell he was about to say something, but he was interrupted by the raucous shouts and laughter coming from the wheelhouse. Andy, who had missed my little taunt punched his older brother on the arm. "Looks like the party started without us!" "Um yeah, let's not keep 'em waiting." He said as Andy headed across the deck to the wheelhouse. I took a step to follow but Johnathon grabbed the sleeve of my jacket and turned me to face him. "Don't throw the hook if you aren't able to haul in the pot, little girl." He said as his brown eyes darkened with something I couldn't quite place. A little anger, maybe, but there was something else there too. "I'll pull pots with you any day, Captain." I told him as I turned to look over my shoulder. Seeing no one watching, I closed the distance, and did something I'd never done before. I planted a kiss on the lips of a man I'd only met 15 minutes earlier. Johnathon stood frozen to the deck for a split second before capturing my lips in a searing kiss. He pulled away a moment later, as I looked at my feet. "Ready to jump ship already?" He asked, his voice still tinged with the tiniest bit of anger. "Hell no I was just wondering why the ice hadn't melted. Damn, you can kiss!" I told him, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. Johnathon threw his head back and just laughed into the howling wind. "We better get inside before we freeze." He said smiling, the anger that hinted before was totally gone. He kept his hand against the small of my back as he led me through the maze that was his ship. We reached the galley and were greeted by dozens of people packed in, but they were all having a blast. Captains Rick Quashnick of the Maverick and Larry Hendricks of the Sea Star were regaling the assembled party goers with great stories. Johnathon stopped to greet his friends and grab a bottle of whiskey before ushering me forward towards the wheelhouse. I even met the shows narrator Mike Rowe. Johnathon hit the stereo and Steve Miller Band filtered though the boat. I noticed that the wheelhouse too, was full of people, many I recognized as being crew members from some of the other boats as well as dozens of faces I didn't recognize. Johnathon sat down in his captains chair and cracked open the bottle of whiskey. Taking a long swig he handed the bottle to me, his eyebrows raised in a silent dare. I just smiled at him as I took the amber liquid out of his hand and tipped back a healthy shot. Never being one who really enjoyed straight hard liquor I couldn't repress the involuntary shudder that ran though my body. "Aw come on, if you're gonna party Time Bandit style you're gonna have to do better than that." He said pulling me onto his lap before taking another swallow. I couldn't help but watch as the whiskey slid down his throat. All I could think was I wanted to be that drink and have this sexy man swallow me. The thought sent another shiver down my spine. I tilted my head to one side and winked as I teased him. "I just want to make sure at least one of us is still standing by the time the party's over." "Honey, when the party's over, I promise you there'll be THREE of us standing. Unless you like being normal and laying down." It was my turn for my eyes to widen, at the blatant sexual innuendo. The only response I could give him was to take the bottle of whiskey and shoot another swallow of the fiery liquid. Johnathon set the bottle on the instrument panel, set my feet back on the deck and stood up. He hit the repeat button to play his favorite song over again. Wrapping his hands around my waist he pulled me close and we started dancing with the music. Just then a guy Johnathon introduced as their production guy pushed his way through the crowd of people in the wheelhouse. He smiled at me and said hi before he started talking about the show. Jonathon simply handed him the whiskey bottle and told him to have a good time. He turned back to me and pulled my hips a little closer to his. We danced and danced for hours it seemed. Soon I noticed that the crowd had begun to thin out a little. I looked at my watch and noticed how late it had gotten. "What time is your flight out?" Johnathon asked, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin on my ear. "Not until 3. What about you?" "Don't worry about me baby, I got plenty of time." He said taking my hand and pulling me through the remaining guests toward the wheelhouse door. "What about the rest of them?" I motioned at the people still there. "It's my damn boat, I can leave it whenever I want to." He said with a smile. "It just so happens I heard there was a better party starting soon." "Oh really, and where would that be." I asked suddenly feeling incredibly hot, my pulse raced and my heart was thumping. "Right this way, Leigh. You aren't having second thoughts are you?' He asked stopping quickly in the hallway. "Second thoughts yes, but not in the way you might think. I've been thinking about this since you asked me to join you guys earlier." I told him simply. "That's good 'cause I'd really hate to have to rub one off to relieve this." He said as he took my hand and pressed it against the fly of his jeans. His shaft was hard, ready and impressive to say the least. Another shiver ran though me as I licked my lips at the thought. "Oh no, huh uh, I'd be crazy to let something like that go to waste." I stood up on my tip toes and pressed my lips against his and traced the tip of my tongue across his lips. It was his turn to shudder as he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. "If you don't mind, let's go, before I fuck you right here on the floor. It may be my boat too but my brothers might get a little pissed off about that." He said when he stepped back. Taking my hand again he led me down the corridor and opened a wood paneled door. Now seeing the show before I was expecting a small room with maybe a bunk for him and another for Andy, so I was totally unprepared to step into the luxurious stateroom, complete with queen bed. "Holy shit. This is your room...on the boat...damn it's bigger than my bedroom back in my apartment." I said flabbergasted! "Nice huh, it's pays to design and build your own boat." "He said as he stood there thumbs hooked into his jeans. I could feel the pride radiating from him. This wasn't just a boat, it was a part of him. I stepped away from him and ran my hand lovingly across the lines and planes of this work of art he and his brothers had built. This was a family legacy. It was awe inspiring. I took a minute to take in the amazing view out the porthole. The lights of Dutch Harbor danced across the sea, like stars in the sky. "The view is amazing." I told him, turning around. "Yeah it is, but I think it'd be better if you weren't wearing so much clothes." He chuckled. "Oh yeah the view in here is almost as spectacular as the one outside." I closed the gap between us and reached up to remove his trademark baseball cap. A flick of my wrist and it landed on the desk next to us. I turned and walked over to that desk, spotting a stereo there too. I smiled when I opened the CD player to find another Steve Miller Band cd. "Music?" "Sure, why not. It'll cover the moans that are coming soon." He said kicking off his shoes. "Yours, or mine?" I asked saucily as I stood on one foot to remove my boot and then switched to take off the other one. We both finished removing our socks as the sounds of Wild Mountain Honey spilled into the room. Johnathon merely chuckled at me. "Yours, baby and they're gonna be loud and long. So be sure you take some deep breaths now, I want those lungs at full capacity." He said as he watched me saunter back to him, my hips swaying with the rhythm of the music. The song had a vaguely gypsy-like quality to it, and I felt each note as I caressed my body. I enjoyed seeing him follow the movements with his eyes. I writhed and gyrated like a dancer, until our bodies touched. I continued my dance against his body as the song ended. "All right Captain you're on. But you better make sure you take a couple of those deep breaths yourself. You may have a few years more experience than I do, but I can almost guarantee, I have a few tricks up my sleeves." As Abracadabra came on, I slid my hands under the hem of his black t-shirt, and up over his chest. I found it lightly sprinkled with dark curly hairs. Just the right amount, not really hairy, but not smooth either. Just a light feathering of hair. Johnathon grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head leaving him bare chested. I ran my fingers across the hard planes as he leaned down and caught my lips. One hand slid up my spine to tangle in my shoulder length hair, the other traveled south to cup my ass. I moaned in delight as he deepened the kiss. His goatee caressed my face as he fed on my supple lips. He broke the kiss for just a second to tease me. "That's one, but it wasn't loud enough." I looked at him with a devilish gleam in my eyes, and a wicked grin on my kiss-plumped lips. Keeping my fingernails in contact with his skin I slid them down across his flesh, making sure to catch his nipples as I dropped to my knees. I grinned as his breath caught when my nails scraped across his firm nipples. Down and down they slowly slid, with enough pressure to leave thin red lines on his tanned skin. I stopped when I reached his jeans. I brought my fingers together scraping them slowly across the denim. Spreading my fingers wide I used my thumb to trace the contour of his erection. He shivered and let out a soft whistle. Our eyes locked as I flicked the button on his fly open, raising up on my knees I nuzzled my face against his denim-clad shaft. Watching his eyes flutter I caught the pull in my teeth and devastatingly slowly inched the zipper down. He was straining against the black boxers and I couldn't help but smile as another shudder racked Johnathon as I slipped my tongue across the material. "Oh fuck yeah." He said catching my hair in his hands to get a better view. "Does that count as a moan?" I tossed out. "Baby it'll be whatever you want if you keep doing that." He said closing his eyes as I took the boxers and jeans in my hands and slid them down his trim hips. They puddled at his feet and he stepped out of them. Raking my fingernails up his legs, I took in his naked form. Fo r being in his mid 40's, he was in amazing shape. Hell, he was in better shape than many guys I knew 10 years younger than he was. Toned muscles and chiseled features formed by years of hard work required a moment to properly appreciate. I'd rather look at a man whose body came from hours of hard work rather than hours in a gym, any day. His shaft was long and thick, and already dripping with precum. I grasped the silky steel in my hand and gently pulled it downwards. I watched Johnathon's face as my tongue snaked out to collect the honey waiting there for me. I swirled my tongue around the thick head as he watched me intently. Capturing the head in my mouth, I slowly eased down the shaft until his hair teased my nose, which was almost completely to the base. I used my tongue to caress his length, as I cupped his testicles gently in my hands. "Oh yeah, that's right." He uttered holding my hair and enjoying the show. I began to rise off his shaft and slide back down, with a rhythm we both knew well. Johnathon leaned back against the stateroom door and just watched as I devoured his cock. "My god, you're a Siren aren't you? You're just trying to lead me to my doom. Holy fuck that's good!" I stopped and looked at him, taking tiny licks at his straining shaft, while I pondered his comment. "Have you seen many Bering Sea Sirens?" I asked taking another swipe across the head of his cock. Johnathon groaned in ecstasy before answering my question. "Never seen one before tonight, but baby I think you are the genuine article." I continued to stroke his shaft while gently sucking the head. "Baby if you don't stop I'm gonna explode." "That was kinda the point, silly." I giggled before plunging him deep in my throat and sucking heartily. I felt his balls tighten, and the muscles in his thighs tensed too, as the first load of cum shot out. Johnathon let out a low moan and grabbed onto the door handle to steady himself. I greedily swallowed each drop as he rested his head against the door. "Holy fuck, your good at that." "Why thank you." I told him as I used the back of my hand to wipe the traces from my lips. "Damn woman you're still dressed. How the fuck did that happen?" "Told you I had a few tricks up my sleeves." "That you did, that you did." He laughed. "But now I want to see just what's under those sleeves." He glanced down and seemed surprised that his cock showed no signs of being ready to quit. "You really must be a Siren, 'cause I'm ready for round two." "Then bring it on Captain." I told him as I reached to pull my sweater off. Johnathon stopped me though. "My turn. It's time to show you what those extra years of experience taught me." I replied with a moan as his fingers caressed the smooth skin of my belly under my sweater. I stood still as his skilled fingers navigated a course across my heated flesh. Feather soft touches caused me to shiver. He grabbed the bottom and tugged it upwards as I raised my arms. He tossed the navy knit onto the floor. Taking my waist in his hands he slid his hands up the tight skin on my stomach to take my lace covered breasts in his hands. "Damn you've got great tits!" He sais before freeing them from my black bra. He traced his fingers back down my flesh, mimicking what I had done earlier to him. He crouched down in front of me as he ran his fingers across the seams of my denim. He popped the button and wasted no time unzipping my jeans. "Turn around." Siren Song I turned slowly so I was facing away from him. He took the material in his hands and slid it down so that it fell at my feet. He steadied my hip while I stepped away from them. I caught the waist with my toes and flicked them out of the way. "Leigh you've got an amazing ass. I noticed it right away when we were headed your way in the bar." His hands traced delicate paths of erotic sensation across the bare globes of my ass, before he turned me around. "I'll never understand why women wear thongs, but God bless whoever invented them." The tiny scrap of black lace hardly covered my bare mound. I felt the soft hairs of his goatee brush my thighs as his mouth closed over the lace covered flesh. The heat he created was almost unbearable. His tongue was talented indeed as he snaked his way beneath the material to tease the moist heat there. "Oh shit, Johnathon." I moaned grabbing the edge of the desk. Hooking his thumbs under the straps of my panties he slid the damp scrap down my hips, dragging his nails lightly over my flesh. Pushing his desk chair out of the way he grabbed me by the waist and set me on the desk. I leaned back against the wall as he pressed my legs apart. "Hold on tight little girl, you ain't seen nothing yet." Johnathon said before his hot mouth connected with my pussy. His tongue darted out making tiny circles on my already excited flesh. The soft hairs on his goatee rubbed over my skin like thousands of tiny fingers sending shivers of delight through me. I ran my hands through Johnathon's hair as his mouth worked its magic on my mound. Every couple of licks he would tug gently on my clit, sending pre-orgasmic shockwaves into the pit of my stomach. "Oh god, holy fuck, don't stop!" I murmured as he pushed me closer to my climax. He continued to alternate between fast or slow licks and the deliciously evil tugs on my clit. I lost track of time as I was lost in the vast sea of sensation. I sat there with my head pressed against the wall as Johnathon performed some of the most amazing oral I've ever had. He would take me to the brink of explosion and then pull back. Each time I got close it got more intense, each time he backed off I grew more frustrated. I groaned out my frustration the last time he pulled away. But I shouldn't have, as he breathed out a stream of moist heated air across my super sensitive clit. I was tossed over the rail and sank blissfully into the dark depths of an enormous orgasm. I cried out loudly, beyond caring that someone could have heard us. "Now that is more like it." Johnathon whispered in my ear as he slid his shaft deep into my waiting pussy. I cried out again as a second orgasm ripped through me simply from his entry. I turned my head to meet his mouth, my lips parted allowing him entry. Our tongues mated mimicking the motions our bodies enjoyed. He teased me mercilessly, nipping here, tasting there as his lips traced a path from my lips down my neck to nuzzle the tender flesh on my collar bone. "Oh god, Johnathon. I'm on fire." I whispered. "Wrap your legs around my waist and hang on." He said as he placed my arms around his neck. I did as he asked and clasped my legs around his trim waist. Placing his hand against the wall behind me he pushed up and turned. He walked us over to the bed, with me still impaled on his cock. Talk about a wild ride! I was on the verge of another climax when he reached the queen mattress. I expected him to lay me down and continue what we started but he surprised me by sitting down on the edge of the bed. I unhooked my legs and sat basically on my knees. He leaned backwards, leaving me riding him cowgirl. "You're show now, Siren." I sat still for a moment as he looked at me. I raised a finger indicating I needed a minute. I watched amused as he opened his mouth to say something, but only a low moan came out. He thought I was resting but I was merely waiting a second to begin caressing his cock with the muscles in my pussy. I smirked at him as his eyes rolled back as he enjoyed my special talent. I wasn't moving anything except the inner walls of my sheath. His head snapped up to look at me. "Shit, what the fuck, how are you doing that." He asked brokenly "My secret. Cool huh?" I asked as I applied a little more pressure. I took his hands in mine and placed them on my full breasts. Not needing any hints he began to knead the soft supple flesh, brushing his finger tips across my standing nipples. We laid there joined together neither of us moving more than a single part of our bodies. His fingers caressed my breasts and my pussy hugged his cock. "Siren, I can't take this much longer. I wanna fuck you bad." Johnathon said tugging at my excited nips. I leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips. "Then what are you waiting for, Captain. This is your boat, take what you want?" I said with a teasing wink. "Remember you said that." He said as he rolled us over. I was confused as he pulled out. "Roll over, and on your knees." I did as he asked and looked back at him from over my shoulder. "Like this?" I asked coyly "Just like that." He said with a sharp tap on my cheek. He climbed on the bed behind me and slid his shaft once again deep into my pussy. I crossed my arms in front of me and rested my head upon them. Doing this cause my pussy to tilt upwards just a little more causing us both to moan with the sensation. Johnathon rode my ass hard and I enjoyed every jarring thrust. This go-around was faster and a little rougher, but it was just as pleasurable. I slid one of my hands from under my head and reached down to rub my clit. "That's it Siren, keep rubbing it, I want you to cum, screaming, again for me." He said as he continued to fuck me. His words spurred me on as I sent my fingers speeding over my clit. "Oh god I...fuck, almost there." "Keep going, I'm right behind you. Holy fuck." He said amazed as I slid a finger deep inside my pussy alongside his shaft. The extra girth forced my climax to explode, causing my pussy to contract around us both. Johnathon's climax followed mine by mere seconds. I actually felt his cum spurting deep into my pussy. We both trembled as our orgasms subside. Gingerly I withdrew my finger, I turned so he could watch me as I slid the finger, slick with our juices, into my mouth and sucked the fluids off. "Holy fuck." He said as his shaft twitched and released another gush of cum. Leaning down over my back he rolled us over so that we lay spooned together on the bed. "Fuck that was intense." I told him. I arched my back to stretch a little. My ass pressed deeper against his hips and I felt his cock stir back to life in my sheath. "Did you pop something earlier?" I teased him looking over my shoulder. "Scout's honor, the only help I had tonight was a beer and some Jack. The rest has been all you Siren." "Tired?" He asked as he began to slide gently in my heat. His tongue drew moist lines up the soft skin of my neck, and he played softly with my nipples. "Mmmm, not if you're going keep doing that." I replied before turning my face towards him, to meet in another ice melting kiss. We stayed there entwined as we slowly enjoyed each other. It didn't take long before the tempo increased and we were both careening towards another explosive climax. This time Johnathon slipped form my now tender pussy and got off the bed. He walked to his bathroom and grabbed a warm washcloth. He brought it back and used it to gently cleanse my mound before going back to the bathroom and cleaning himself. I was collecting my clothes when he came back out. "Leaving?" He asked as the turned down the blankets on the bed. "Um, well I figured..." I stammered, unsure of myself for the first time this evening. "It's too fucking cold out, wait till morning." He said as he pointed to one side of the bed. He smile his gorgeous smile and tilted his head as if wondering what I was waiting for. I smiled shyly back at him as I crossed the room and climbed into the warm bed. Johnathon walked around and slid in beside me. He pulled me close and was sound asleep within minutes. I drifted off shortly after as the Time Bandit rocked me to sleep. My cell phone chirped later, it seemed like only minutes later. I knew though is was about 6:30, I needed to take my birth control pill. I had to head back to the hotel. I climbed stiffly out of bed. My body felt every single pleasurable moment like a lead brick. I bit back a groan to keep from waking Johnathon. I dress quietly in the dark. I found a notepad and pencil on his desk and wrote him a quick note. 'Thanks for a wild time. Be safe out there. Your Siren Leigh.' I left the note under his hat and let myself out of the stateroom. Thankfully it was pretty easy to find my way back onto the deck. And more thankfully I didn't run into any of the Time Bandit crew. I was ready to go when I got to the rail and looked over. 'Holy shit!' I thought to myself it was a hell of a lot farther from the pier than I thought. "Fuck!" I couldn't believe that I had jumped this last night. "It's looks a bit farther in the daylight, huh?" A male voice asked from the pier. "Um..." I looked up and realized that it was Andy. I wasn't sure if I was relieved that it was Andy or if I was more embarrassed. "What my brother couldn't be bothered to walk you off the boat?" He asked easily jumping aboard. He seemed angry. "No, he's actually still asleep." I said quietly. Andy took a minute to check his watch. "Hmm, really?" "Um he was just a few minutes ago. I really need to get going. I really shouldn't be here when your crew gets here." I told him still peering over the rail. "Can you give me a hand, please" I pleaded with him. Andy jumped back onto the pier and held out his hand. Taking my hand in his he held me tight as I jumped onto the pier as well. I started to walk away, but he held onto my hand. "Did you at least leave him a note?" I simple nodded my head and again tried to walk away. "Will you be here for the blessing of the fleet?" I looked at Andy slightly confused. "Look your brother and I had a good time last night, but I'm not looking for anything, and I doubt he is either. Shouldn't we just leave it at that?" "Did you leave him your number?" He asked dropping my hand. "No I didn't." I told him. I turned a third time and started to leave when Andy spoke up once more. "Just so you know, Johnathon has never asked a woman to stay on the boat with him. He always wakes up alone. By his choice, not theirs." His comment brought me up short. I reached into my purse and pulled out one of my business cards. I turned on my heel and walked back to Andy. "Can you give him this, IF he asks." I said handing him the small card. He took it and said goodbye, before jumping back onto the deck of his boat. I turned for the final time and made my way through the chilly air, back to my hotel. I packed my bags and then called the front desk to find out when the blessing of the fleet was. Meanwhile back on the Time Bandit. Andy smiled as he walked to his brother's stateroom. He was gonna enjoy this. Yes indeed he was. He raised his fist and pounded on the door. "Whaaat...fuck what the...where'd she go." He heard his brother on the other side. Andy stood there with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, when his brother opened the door. "Have you seen her?" "Seen who?" Andy said already enjoying the look on his brothers face. "The hot red-head I was with last night?" "Oh you mean the one that I found on deck trying like hell to figure out how she was getting off the boat. That one?" Johnathon pushed past his brother and headed for the deck. "Johnathon, she's not there. She said she left you a note." Andy called out to him. Johnathon walked back into his room and found the note sitting in his hat. He threw his hat on his head and took the note. "Fuck she didn't even leave me a phone number." He said as he folded the note and stuck it in his jeans pocket. "Guess you aren't as good as you thought you were." Andy laughed. "No way man, not after 3 rounds, no way you can say that." Johnathon said puffing up his chest. "Whoa, too much informa...did you say 3 rounds?" Andy asked sounding amazed. "Man I felt 10 years younger last night." "Wait a minute...3 times! Damn man, no wonder you over slept. She left because she didn't want to be here when the crew showed up this morning. And she asked me to give this to you if you asked." He said handing him the small business card. Johnathon took the card and looked at it before adding to her note in his pocket. "Thanks man." He said slapping his brother on the shoulder, "Let's go grab some coffee." Later that morning, I found myself back on the pier beside the Time Bandit as the blessing of the fleet took place. I stood there with my head bowed adding my silent prayers to those being broadcast. Afterwards as the crew released her from her moorings I saw Johnathon in the wheelhouse. He looked right at me and smiled as he effortlessly slid his 113 foot craft out of her slip and into the vast Bering Sea. The end. Siren Song Thanks to darkniciad for helpful editing. Michael passed through the kitchen, dropping the order of service on the table without much thought. In the bedroom he took off the black wool suit and hung it in the closet. What a useless gesture. He would never wear it again. The phone rang. It was his daughter, Emma. "I'm fine," he told her. "I'm just going to take a nap." He dreamed he sailed his mirror dinghy out to sea. This made no sense at all, but dreams don't make any sense. When was the last time you dreamed you had an ordinary day? In the dream, he had a long day of thirst and sun. He splashed water on his face, being careful not to drink it. He thought maybe he was going crazy. The ocean made him think of a length of silk he had once purchased as a gift for his wife. The rumpled waves were the same green-blue. He remembered the look on her face when she opened the package -- her excited delight had been his reward. He indicated the crinkled texture. "How will you cut into it? I mean, how can you sew a straight seam with it all wrinkled like that?" "Don't worry. I know what to do." Her beaming grin was full of confidence. The fabric aloft in her arms made a dark shimmering path. She played with it, making loops and shapes. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Thank you so much for thinking of me." "You're welcome." He smiled into her hair and folded her into his arms. "I love you, Lucy." "I love you, too," and she kissed him with a heartfelt grace. That night she wore the fabric to their bedroom, draped around her body like a sari. The creased fabric rode over her like ocean waves, encircling her hips, gliding diagonally over her chest and dropping in a graceful waterfall over one shoulder. "Like it?" She turned in a pirouette so he could see. "Hmmm...." he ran his hands over the silk, the weave feeling like a living thing, and found his wife's silken skin underneath. He caressed the place just below her waist, where the curve of her hip began. "You wear this well." Her aquamarine eyes glowed into his. "I couldn't do it without you." "Gee, I almost hate to take it off of you." "Don't, then." He bunched the forward-slash of silk between her breasts. Then he pulled her near, so she stood between his legs. His mouth descended to her left breast. Lucy moaned and hitched her back into an arc. She pushed her fingers into his hair. The silk made a rustling noise, not unlike a soft booming of waves. Waves. Michael dipped his fingers into the softness of the green-blue skirt. The smoothness was like touching water. He lifted the yardage by the fistful, the way he had done in the fabric store when he chose it out for her. Up, up went the makeshift skirt, until he came to her wet musk. His tongue lapped at her saline tang. The room spun. They fell back on the creaking bed, and it gave like a boat on the ocean. Something else shifted. The air was too warm. He was rocking, but his body was not moving, and his cheek pressed against something hard. His eyes fluttered open. He was at sea. Apparently he had fallen asleep in the late afternoon sun. The waves made a rustling noise, like amplified silk. Another noise twitched somewhere, higher in pitch. It was like the cry of seagulls, only -- musical. What was it? He scanned the horizon but saw only blue, sky against ocean. There weren't any clues. The tones came again, a bit louder this time. He started rowing toward the flute-like sound. The liquid silver noise called to him. Slowly it grew louder. The more he heard it, the more he wanted to hear it. It was irresistible. "I must find you, I must find you," he thought. He rowed on. After a few minutes there was a flash at the place where the sea met the sky. Then it was just a grazy dot -- then it sparkled again. Toward this lonely feature he labored, and steadily he drew near. The dot became a lump and the lump faded into a vertical shape. Michael's eyes were hazed over with exhaustion. His vision blurred. "I am crazy," he thought to himself, "but that looks like a woman, sitting on a rock." The glitter turned out to be the mermaid's iridescent scales. The rock on which she perched was the height of a man, one bumpy knoll sticking out of the sea. And it was her song, lovely and clear as from a flute made of glass, which drew him relentlessly. She was naked. Her slender torso rose in a crescendo to a lovely pair of breasts. As Michael got closer, he could see that the cool breeze invited her nipples to point at him. But that wasn't what got his attention. What got his attention was her face. It was Lucy -- his Lucy. And though his arms were exhausted, though his muscles cried out as if he had thrown 150 pitches, he rotated the oars as fast as he could. His boat bumped over the waves, toward the rocks. "Lucy! Lucy!" The mermaid Lucy quit combing her hair. He fumbled toward her. "Lucy..." Tears tore at his throat. Now he could see that it wasn't salt spray that shone on her face -- she, too, was crying. "Michael, you must go back," she wept. "No, no. I want to be with you." He had never been one to cry, but now his tears flowed freely. She lifted her hand and the wind kicked up, pushing him away from his heart's desire. "You must live!" "Not without you, Lucy! Not without love!" He rowed hard into the slamming wind. "I never want to be without you again!" Lucy lifted her head in a loud wail of anguish. The waves rose ferociously and threatened to capsize the valiant sailor. But the tumult could not last. Her grief tumbled into a series of sharp heaving gasps. The ocean's roil moderated down, reflecting her lament. "Lucy! You know we are meant to be together!" "Then crash your boat on the rocks!" she sobbed. "God knows I miss you, too!" He sited the sharp black rock. With all his might, he aimed straight for it. His aim was true. * * * Emma found him holding the old silk dress. She ordered him buried at sea.