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“Another day, another ship,” said Sarah, lounging on a rock, her wings twitching as she stood up, stretching, “What shiny things do you think they’ll have this time?”
Sam shrugged, turning his attention away from the glittery bobble he’d placed in his ear, hanging and sparkling in the afternoon sun, eyeing a small ship with the skull flag.
“Probably some bobbles again,” said Sam, feeling as if such ships were so hit or miss when it came to finding doobladoos and jingle jangles; and even then, such human made things felt like a shot in the dark as to whether they were beauteous or gaudy, “It’s always bobbles and clinkies and those circular yellow softies with the heads on them.”
“I don’t get the circles. Pressed and stamped like that – how do you even accessorize? To the sea with that, if Poseidon would even take it,” grumbled Sarah, the two of them starting their ascent in the air to circle around the boat, “Give me bobbles for the ears or shimmers for the fingers or clinkers for the wrist and ankles, the ones sparkled up, even if its soft yellow.”
And Sam could only agree, for shiny things they could wear were much better than strange, circular things that did nothing at all. As connoisseurs of all things exquisite, Sam and Sarah were experts in human thingamabobs. They found the best, most shiniest things compared to all the sirens on their little sirenum scopuli. Other sirens gawked and envied the treasure that the Wilson siblings had accrued. They were truly the pride of their flock and they were going to prove that again through yet another good pull from whatever this ship was going to give them.
The two began their song, their harmony perfection, their voices enthralling. They could see the ship turning, turning, turning, moving towards the sharp rocks that littered their home island. But then…it stopped. Frowning, Sam and Sarah began singing louder, more passionately, yet the boat was still staying on course.
Sarah gave up, flapping back to the rock she was laying earlier, bored with this ship, fine to wait for another one to pass by, but Sam was curious. Sam flew closer to the ship, roosting on the top of the wooden cylinder thing that were on all these ships, glancing down at the small crew. There were three people on the ship; two now tied onto the wood Sam perched upon – one a blonde man who seemed to be a demigod, the other a redheaded woman; the person steering now had the golden haze of a demigod as well around him, his brunette hair pulled back, missing an arm, the man awkwardly steering the ship as he spoke to the two tied up with his hand.
And that was when Sam realized; the man was deaf. That was how he wasn’t swayed by Sam and Sarah’s siren’s song. Sam saw the man somehow stick the wheel so that it wouldn’t move so that he could walk back over to the wooden cylinder, untying his crewmates. As he finished undoing the knot, the man gazed upon Sam and gods.
Sam.
Wanted.
This.
Man.
He felt as if he were the shiniest thing of them all. Sam flew down, swooping the man off his feet, the man surprised as they left the man’s ship, his friends, Sam soaring through the sky as the man gazed up at Sam awestruck.
As he should. As one of the most talented sirens of his people, Sam was draped in the best bobbles and shimmers and jingle jangles and clinkies and doobladoos on a daily basis. He was garnished to the eyes with all sorts of dazzling things. Sam descended down to his sirenum scopuli. He felt his sister fly over to him, her curiosity as she looked from Sam to this man, quirking an eyebrow.
“You know humans don’t do well being scooped up like that,” said Sarah, “They get all antsy or something. Don’t know what to do with all the beauty, the sounds.”
“He might do fine,” said Sam, plopping the stunned pretty man in his soft nest, surrounded by Sam’s most favorite beauties, “He can’t hear us.”
The man did look a little out of his element, though, gazing between Sarah and Sam.
Can I…go back to my ship? signed the man, Sam frowning at the request.
Why would you want to leave? Sam signed back, unable to see how his nest was lacking for any potential candidate of a partner Sam desired.
Bucky (that was the man’s name, Bucky) went onto explain the problems in kidnapping a person (which, the man did have very valid points, despite Sam being an absolute catch and having a very luscious and luxurious nest), how the people on his ship were family to him and they needed him, especially if they were near gorgeous sirens like Sam and his sister (understandable with a hint of flattery), and while Bucky did think Sam was someone he’d enjoy to spend time with, again, starting this out with a casual kidnapping wasn’t exactly a great foot to start on due to the reasons he outlined in the “kidnapping is bad” portion of the talk (and Sam did apologize profusely about that).
He also said that all the words Sam was using made no sense for the thingamabobs Sam had accrued, which had to be nonsense, for these were the words that were found through intense research by the sirens since it wasn’t exactly like humans lived long enough to tell them what the items were called. I mean, a bracelet? What sort word was that? Definitely a jest.
Sam had offered to fly him back to his ship and Bucky had been relieved by the offer. As Sam flew him back, Sam bemoaned the loss of the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, feeling as if he’d probably never see such a person again. Sam brought the man back to his ship, his crewmates freaking out at Sam, Bucky stepping in to explain that it was all a huge misunderstanding.
Bucky then turned to Sam, giving him a kiss on the cheek, telling Sam he’d visit next month, have a date that wasn’t a kidnapping. Sam nodded profusely, excited that he’d be able to see the man once more. Sam flew back to the rock where his sister was lounging, sprawling out next to her.
“So, you had to return the pretty man?” said Sarah, “Such a shame. He felt so shiny and shimmery. So cute.”
“He’s his own person, and as he told us, kidnapping is wrong,” said Sam, Sarah nodding, looking like she didn’t want to hear the lecture again, “He also said he’d visit again. For a date. Gave me a kiss on the cheek.”
Sarah grinned at Sam.
“Ooh, good for you,” said Sarah, “He was a great find.”
Sam laid on the rock, staring at the ocean, waiting for the next ship, daydreaming of next month, when Bucky would come back for their date.