Yo, Ho, all hands, hoist the colours high

Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die

Yo, Ho, haul together, hoist the colours high

Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die ...

The full moon lit the ocean's surface with molten silver as the creaking hull of a ship smoothly cut through the glossy black surface. Water gently lapped along its sides, sighing softly in tune with the ship's groans, as its sails strained against the wind bellowing its canvases. A jolly roger rippled from the top mast; its cheshire grin leering out across the water, warning and reveling in the chaos it stood for.

Men swayed across the deck as they checked the rigging; keeping a sharp eye out for the rocky outcropping no less than fifty meters from the ship. Humming under their breaths, they sang their anthem, the music rising and falling in tune with the groaning masts.

Carried upon the zephyr, a light, feminine voice joined the undertones of the deeper brass of men. A haunted tone that carried the soul of the sea within its lyrics. One by one the men stopped their murmurs, lifting their heads and swinging them in the direction of the rocks.

Resting upon the sharp slopes of the outcropping was the faint outline of a woman. Waves of black hair flowed down her back as she arched her snowy chest forward, weaving her hands through the thick, inky mass as she fastened delicate shells among the tresses. Her mouth was moving, and the men realized that the haunting strains of their anthem was spilling forth from those lips. As she sang she dragged her hands from her hair, down her chest to rest upon the rocks as she turned her head to loftily gaze upon the ship. Her lips never stopping pouring forth the song.

The men had moved until they hung over the side of the rail; as close as they could get without being swallowed by the harsh, numbing waters.

The woman was etherial as the moon's light caressed her skin like a lover's embrace. Her unnatural lovely human half, along with her melodic tones, distracted the men from the undulating, serpentine tail that writhed gently under her; the fanning fin moving slowly in the black water at the rock's base. She seemed to stare directly at each man, giving him the undivided attention that an anxious woman gives to her wayward sailor lover.

Reaching out her arm, she crooked her hand as the throaty voice rang out, "Never shall we die..."

The ship lurched, the wood screaming as it split violently under the peaks of ragged rock hidden by the still waters. The bow pitched as the masts split, falling like felled logs. The sails ripped and water flowed into the hull as the ship continued to splinter. The men remained oblivious as they stared longingly at the siren; not even screaming as they pitched over the side and drowned.

Bringing her arm back under her, she finished the song watching dispassionately as the ship slowly slipped beneath the waves.

Hey guys this is my first submission to fan fiction.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End or the song Hoist The Colors found therein.