They said you were crazy for sailing up and down the coast but you knew better.
Five years her image has haunted you. Five years her siren song has haunted your dreams. You, the only survivor of the Sea Sprite, doomed merchant ship where some 30 odd souls went to Davey Jones' locker, you had been pulled from the wreckage of the ship as the pull of the mast tugged you beneath the waves. She'd swum towards you, pale green hair flowing behind her like eelgrass and arms pulling you close to her bosom. Her lips pressed against yours and you felt life giving oxygen fill your lungs as you clung to her desperately, salt stinging your eyes and making everything look like a dream. And in your head you heard her song, urging you to stay with her. Stay alive.
Ever since you awoke on the beach you swore you'd find her. You never thought it would be in the net of cruel fishermen, hauling her out of the sea and jabbing at her with belaying pins. When you finally cut her free with your cutlass you took her back to the water and bathed her wounds, her slender form no less beautiful for her blue skin and dolphin-like tail.
"You came back," she said as she kissed you once more.
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You returned to the coast frequently, finding a new live with your watery lover. The people of your village just shook their heads and muttered the old adage of a sailor's first love being the sea. If only they knew...
