Asexual Pirate Queen

The moon washed over the deck of the ship, a light wind tossing across the waves and casting the smell of salt and seaweed over the moonbeams. Along the polished wood decks stepped men and women, lurching towards the railing with eyes reflecting the white light and looking as depthless as the seas they rode on. Their hands gripped at the railings, and then stretched slowly outwards as they sought to scoop the foam of the ocean into the palms of their hands.

Across the waters came the voices, a burst of song so baleful and melancholic that tears tracked their way down the sailors’ cheeks. The voices begged those on the ship to pity them, to save them, to join them. The men and women leaned over the rails and up rose the serpent-like faces of the sirens. Their song burst from the surface of the water, hitting the open air and turning to shrieks. But the sailors were too far entranced to hear the difference now. They were lost in their tears and their reaching.

At the bow of the ship stood the captain, long elegant fingers meant for the ivory keys of a piano, curled around the red wood of the railing. She too leant over the edge and drew closer to the face of a siren, to the scaled blue-purple skin, and stared into eyes of yellow. The creature reached for her face, brushed webbed fingers over skin black as onyx, and stopped.

Sensual desire fizzled like evaporating water, but something deeper grew within this woman’s heart. “At my side, you could rule the world, my dear,” the pirate captain said to the siren. She pressed her cheek into the webbed hand.

The siren shuddered, her song cutting to a low up. “I-”

“Your crew and mine, taking the seas for our own. Just think of it,” the pirate cooed.  She reached her ebony hand to the blue-purple cheek of the sea-creature and caressed it. “Queens of the Waters, plundering ships and crews to build our own. An armada.”

“Yessss,” the serpentine mouth hissed, her powerful tail flicking to keep her upright in the water. “Ruling over the waters.”

“But I need my crew, my dear.”

“Your crew. Yes.”

“Our crew,” hummed the pirate queen.

The siren shrieked, and the others let go of their chargers, diving back into the waters. She turned a smile up at the pirate queen and pressed back into her proffered hand. Never had a siren fallen pet to a human, but this one was different. This one could churn the waters with a touch, and they would lead armies together. They would seek the mighty Poseidon himself and lay waste to his kingdom.