While sailing in the South Pacific, I was trying to sleep but it was too hot below decks and went topside aboard my boat, The Mermaid Angel to catch a breath of fresh air. It was a mild night and a milder sea.
I could smell Jasmine and other tropical flower scents being carried to me by soft breezes. Their smell was intoxicating. I began feeling lightheaded as their fragrance swirled up my nostrils and around my brain.
The sea is my home but the smell of these island flowers began to make me think of the beautiful islands that rose from their volcanic origins to decorate the sea, like a beauty spot on a woman's face.
I thought of the long white beaches, massaged by turquoise and white waves and the tall palms moving in the wind, bending and swaying like a women dancing. A woman dancing-- I had been at sea too long! I needed the soft warm body and touch of a woman to ease my restlessness.
It was moon bright and as clear a night as ever I had seen. Millions of bright, dazzling stars, shined down, reflecting like tiny diamonds on the water. The moon was so large it seemed out of proportion to everything else, reflecting golden, mosaic designs across ocean. It was truly a magical night!
Then I heard it. A sound I had never heard before. It was musical but more than just mere music. It had a sad, wailing quality to it. It was a lonely sound, a beckoning sound, human, but not human.
It seemed to be calling me, just me, like it knew who I was and was demanding my presence. I had not had any drink or smoke that night and was completely sober. I began to wonder if the three months I had been at sea was beginning to take its toll.
No, there it was again. It became louder, closer, piercing my ears and brain like sharp pins. I began to think of the siren's call that had brought many a ship to their rocks and then a watery grave, in all the sea legends.
Nonsense, they were just old sea tales. Stories meant to entertain sailors during their long lonely days and nights at sea. If there were mermaids, why hadn't one had ever been caught, or photographed over the years. No skeletal or other remains ever produced.
But what was this sound? What was calling me? I started scanning the sea, from boat to horizon in the direction of the musical chant, with my binoculars. Nothing, nothing... wait, what was that? It was a small atoll, only slightly bigger than my boat. Then I noticed something or someone sitting on the rocks on the atoll.
A silhouette, a woman's silhouette, framed against the stars and moon bright sky. I steered my boat toward her to get a better look. I was now, not more than one hundred yards away. I began to make out the outline. The musical chanting continued, it seemed to have some kind of grip on me.
I sailed my small boat to within fifty yards of the atoll. I was afraid to sail any closer, fearful I might scrape a rocky bottom and sink. I could see her much better now in the moonlight. Her hair was soft and long and wavy, the color of kelp. Her skin was pale, almost ghost-like in quality. Her legs....she had no legs, only a green, scaly fish tale, shimmering in the night!
This can't be! A mermaid, impossible! Yet there she was, right before my eyes. She was singing to me, looking right at me! My god was she was beautiful!
Not so much by human standards. Her beauty was unearthly. Her skin was a pale, with a slight green hew to it. Her eyes were as two glowing emerald whirlpools. They seem to possess the wisdom of the ages.
Her lips were full, like that of a butter-mouth perch, smiling or rather grinning mockingly at me, baring sharp, white teeth. Her bare breasts were small and pointed, tipped with salmon-colored, erect nipples.
I followed her stomach to her hips, and there between her scaly tail and her pelvis, was a woman's cunt, light green with red, glistening, folds of labia. She was magnificent!
