Dean and the Siren (Week 2)

Act 2

The giant window of the tower was large enough the fit the row boat that the Captain and his men were on.

The interior of the tower would be dark if not for the odd random shaped glows that was on the ceiling of the tower. It had a weird bluish glow that was not very earthbound; it looked like it was the color heavens were painted on. Because of the glow from the ceiling the surface of the water looked pure and beautiful. The inside of the tower was huge, but there was no based; it was empty if not only filled with sea water.

“This doesn’t look like any nest or home Captain,” Locke observed and commented the empty hole that they are in. “Weird-looking lights, lovely to see and ponder. But I don’t see any man could be living in a hole like this one.”

“Ah, simple Locke, of course no man could live here. This lovely home could only be the habitat of women,” Dean teased.

“Women, sir?”

“Yes, women. But these women are none like any other, they are sharp-minded, twisted in the head, tormented, beautifully sculpted physically, sexually aroused, who enjoy the company of men such as yourself.” Dean giggled when he described them, hinting deception was going on.

“Goodness me,” one of the men said when he looked at the surface of the lighted water and saw a face of a beautiful woman.

“What is it?” Locke pressed.

“A face,” the man exhaled. “It was the most beautiful face that I have ever seen in my life.”

All of them, excluding Captain Dean quickly looked down the water to catch a glimpse of this woman.

Suddenly a woman surfaced out the water, and held onto the row boat. She has clear skin that looked soft to touch, and thick hair, her mouth was full and lustrous, her nose is small, and her jaw was asymmetrical, she was the depiction of beauty in its highest peak. She looked at all the men who stared her with widened big wonderful bluish eyes like the ocean itself was in her.  She giggled and then went back in to the water.

All of the men, Patrick and even Locke begged her to come back. Some even pleaded their love for the strange woman.

“All of you remind me the story of Echo,” Dean starts his lecture. “And just like Echo, your love would be unrequited. That woman is a siren. She loves the company of man, but she won’t love the man.”

“Siren?” Patrick asked. “I thought Sirens were the devils of the sea, if she was a siren sir, she would have looked like a monster.”

“The most deadliest and sinful devils are the ones who look just like what you don’t want them to look like. In that way, they can enter you easily, devour you within, and leave you to rot in your own hell.”

The strange woman resurfaces, and following her were more attractive looking women. They grip the edge of the row boat and flirt with all of the men except for Captain Dean. All of the men lost themselves in the presence of the women. All the strain of thought fades away from their heads. Their eyes were locked by the hypnotizing eyes of the siren. The women placed their hands on the men and were slowly pulling the men into the water.

“These are my men,” Dean announced. The Sirens stopped whatever they were doing and hissed at Dean. When they hissed, their mouths extend. Their soft and clear skin suddenly turned rough and scaly. Their eyes squint and turned shrill, their irises turned yellow. And their finger nails got long and sharp. It was ungodly. They looked like monster snakes.

“Bring your queen to me now. Tell her that The One who Eats has return and wants to repay his debt,” Dean proclaimed to the sirens.

One of the sirens went back down to the water and those who remain turned back to their beautiful form that they initially were. All of the men witnessed how quickly these beautiful creatures can be ugly, and soon after they have fears of getting close with them.

End of Act 2