The Siren's Revenge

"We needs t' sail faster!" Captain Redbeard bellowed to his crew, as they bustled around sloggishly in their various stations. "Surly!"

"Cap'n!" answered a big, burly man at the sails. 

"Raise the sails!"

"Aye, Cap'n!"

Surly turned to the other crew and quickly related the orders rather gruffly, whilst scowling hotly. Suddenly one of the ship crew, a young, lanky youth shouted and pointed in the distance:

"Fog! Fog ahead!"

The expression on his face was one of utmost fright, and he seemed to be quaking right in his soggy boots. The whole ship crew looked on at the at the approaching fog in the distance, and they all fell into panic. 

"Wha' be all o' this!" Captain Redbeard fumed, whilst livid about having a bunch of squabbling babes for crews.

"A wee fog, 'n ye're all cowerin' in fear!"

"Cap'n...." 

"Wha'?!"

Captain Redbeard faced the same lanky youth, a young boy of scarely fourteen winters. His face seemed to have remained frozen in horror at the situation.

"But the fog.....the legends say...."

"A pox o' yer throat! Those tales are fer drunken scallywags, much too weak t' resist a bottle o' rum!" 

"Cap'n..."

"We sail right through the fog. Now everyone t' yer stations, lest yer all be walkin' off the plank!"

"Aye, cap'n!" The whole crew respond in affirmation to the order, before dispersing to their various stations to resume their roles. They all seemed to dread the fast approach of the terribly dark fog.

Soon, the fog was all over and around the ship. All of the men stopped their work to look around at the fog, which seeped into every corner of the ship. 

Suddenly, a very soft and alluring song was heard all around. It seemed to be coming from nowhere in particular. Captain Redbeard looked around with his sabre ready at his hand, willing to find the source of the song. Meanwhile, all around him, the crew began to panic, saying all manner of things like:

"The legend be true!"

"It must be the siren's shantey! I hear it hearlds the demise o' scallywags."

"We shant 'ave sailed through the fog!"

Suddenly, the siren was seen sitting on the ship's stern, still singing the terribly enchanting song. The whole crew seemed captivated by the sight of it. It was as if the siren's song was bewitching them.

Captain Redbeard felt himself falling into this enchantment, and he struggled to keep himself sane. He bellowed angrily, fighting with all his strength against the pull of the siren.

All around him, the crew seemed to be jumping into the sea below, and Redbeard knew that if he didn't fight, and then it will be his demise also.

"Leave me crew all alone!" 

The siren looked at him with its cold dead eyes, and smiled widly, revealing sharp serrated teeth. When it spoke to him, he heard its voice in his mind, which now said, "I shan't."

Redbeard's anger grew, and when he lifted his sword to strike the siren, it suddenly fell from his hand with a metal clang on the ship's deck.

"I require yer soul, 'n perhaps that o' yer crew too. But mostly yers." The siren smile again its frightful smile.

"Nay!"

"Ye don't remember me do ye? The young witch that once sailed the seas on yer ship?"

"'n wha' about her?"

"I am she. Aft yer betrayal, leavin' me t' die, I am now a part o' the sea; a sea spirit, a siren. 'N now, yer will come wit' me. Yer soul will be me captive fer all eternity, in the deadman's locker. I shall watch ye in all delight, languishin' in despair."

"Noo! Ye she-Davy Jones! Be gone!"

The siren only looked at Captain Redbeard and continued its slow, enchanting song, while Redbeard began to perspire in trepidation. He suddenly began to walk forward till he was standing on a lean plank overlooking the misty sea. 

"Fair winds t' ye, captive."

Those were the last words he heard from the siren, before he took the plunge into the cold, dark depths of the sea.

Captain Redbeard opened his eyes to find himself deep underwater. His hands were fettered in a rusty metal chain. He looked around at his immediate surroundings. There were shipwrecks all around. He looked till he was staring into the cold eyes of the siren.

"Ahoy captive, t' the dead scallywag locker."

The siren smirked evily, with its serrated teeth and pale, scaly skin completing its sinister outlook.

"Release me at once! I am nah yer captive!" Captain Redbeard barked angrily.

The siren only smirked deeper, and sat on a nearby wrecked ship.

"I shall nah. But perhaps, I suppose I shall introduce ye t' me master."

"That's right! I wants t' see yer master!"

"Are ye so sure about that? It might shock ye."

" 'N why would it?! I only wants t' get out o' here! Cap'n Redbeard be no captive t' anyone!"

The siren only smirked deeper, and sat on a nearby wrecked ship.

"I shall nah. But perhaps, I suppose I shall introduce ye t' me master."

"That's right! I wants t' see yer master!"

"Are ye so sure about that? It might shock ye."

" 'N why would it?! I only wants t' get out o' here! Cap'n Redbeard be no captive t' anyone!"

The siren screeched a piercing, high-pitched laughter that seemed to shook the sea all around Captain Redbeard. Captain Redbeard knelt to the ground in despair; to grieve in his capture, and his bleeding, wounded pride. And he thought thus:

Me life be o'er! Or rather, me death be a livin' Davy Jones' locker! Wha' shall I do t' escape this fearful prison? I shall ne'er sail the seas again, 'n no one shall hear o' me ghastly deeds again! Me great fame be ended!

Great tears (and a great bout of salty tears), began to flow from the undead eye socket of Captain Redbeard. The siren only screeched harder in mockery, reveling in its victory over the great and terrible Captain Redbeard.

"Ahoy t' Davy Jones' locker, Cap'n Redbeard."