The sirens Treasure.

The moon was full in the Caribbean sky as the Blue Moon made her way toward the sirens singing. Its silver rays danced along to the melody of the song. It almost seemed like silver tongues of fire placed beneath the stillness of the waves.

It was the night that was predicted and the Sirens song grew louder with ever mile the Blue Moon put behind her. They called the ship to them, they called her by name, but no one else was able to hear the things that were secret to Destiny and her ship.

A great anxiety came over Destiny as the song grew louder. It was no longer as sweet sounding as it had been. It was becoming savage, forceful and frightening to her. They sang of battle and of women over taking the sea. Of two great captains to go down in history. Davy Jones was brewing in their songs, the echo of his organ accompanying their melodies, and they chanted to him, calling him to the wounded crew. The depths of the ocean were agitated by the song. Beneath the stillness of the water's surface the race of moonlight swirled violently. It seemed like the ship should have been thrown off her course but she sailed onward, in a straight line, and yet Destiny had lost control of her ship. It moved of its own accord. The men could not head it or seen what was going on. They did not know that the water was becoming thinker and calmer, on the surface, and violent beneath, as they made their way toward the destination.

The ocean was still, there was no breeze to carry the Blue Moon any further and yet land and the sound of the waves against the beach could be head in the distance. The surface of the ocean however looked like glass. For a while the ship moved on unaided by anything, but slowly she began to slow and soon the Blue Moon would move no further along. It felt like the anchors had been dropped of the ship had run aground. She was stuck in her place. It was held in its place by the magic of the night. Like the water of the Caribbean sea had turned to ice all around the great maiden ship.

Rusin returned to her side as he felt the ship stop and he looked out on the glass like ocean.

"Make sure all the men are below, keep them hidden," Destiny whispered to him as the ship sat still and silent.

"But captain, you'll need the assistance of the crew," he answered, "you'll not be able to handle all the treasure on your own and what should happen in the sirens that you seek are not friend but foe?" he asked.

"I believe that the men aboard the ship will be far more trouble then the sirens," she whispered, "do you know of any men who have looked on the sirens and not perished."

"No," he answered.

"And can you hear what I hear as we sit here in this cursed water?" she asked.

"No, what do you hear?" he asked.

"I hear of battle. They are savage, you must return to the darkness of the ship. Do not come to me until I have fetched you. If the ship is in danger flee for your lives but for god sake do not come to me."

"But captain, if you are in trouble I could not trust myself to abandon you," he said.

"You have to Rusin, for your own safety," she said and looked back out at the water.

"Perhaps you are right," he answered, "but at least allow a few to keep watch."

"Aye, I will agree to that, let yourself and Cartiere keep watch through the cannon ports but do not be seen. Send the rest of the crew into the deepest darkness of the ship," Destiny whispered.

"And what shall they do, while there are there?" Rusin asked looking at her suspiciously.

"I hate to say it, but I must. They must pray, Rusin. Pray to god that Davy Jones does not take us all aboard the Flying Dutchman tonight," she looked at him, her face so filled with fear.

"Can that be possible?" he asked his voice catching in his throat.

"Aye, they call him, even now. The ocean is churning beneath us in anticipation of his come. We are all in very grave danger."

"Then we must flee," he gasped.

"We cannot, it would be impossible, I know it is, I can feel it. They must be ready to flee if we can but more so, be ready to abandon everything," she said once more, turned away from him and began to run across the deck of the ship, "if you have to leave everything behind then you must," she yelled as she set off to dowse the lamps.

Soon a complete silence fell over the Blue Moon. She was lit only by the rays of the silver moon that shown, ominously, in the night sky. Destiny paced in the darkness and listened as the sirens song blared on, upon the waves. No one else could hear it but her, she was sure and the fear of facing the sirens alone was very clear in her mind.

The silence in the ship was complete. The men had moved away from any light and the silence that captured the night was unlike any silence they had ever heard. There was always the sounds to the sea. There was always the wind in the sails or the creaking of the rigging, but on this night there was nothing, not a single thing could be heard and the crew was frightened to their wits end. They would not break the silence. It was a silence like death and it chilled the sailors to the core.

The darkness of the sky grew thicker as the moon traveled in the heavens and nothing happened but the singing of the sirens. Destiny was to frightened now to be anxious and even if she wanted to abandon her post, there was no way she could take herself away from staring at the glass still water. She, also, was trapped by the magic of the night.

The fear remained with the young captain until the moon was at its highest in the sky. By this point she was nearly ready to run into the depths of the ship and tell her men to break out the sweeps and get the ship out of the darkness. But even if she could have descended into the belly of her ship, the men would not have obeyed her. They were all to frightened themselves.

With the moon at the highest point directly above her ship Destiny heard a change in the song. The words had become inaudible now. All she could hear was a melodic humming in harmonies she had never dreamed of hearing. It was dissonant and harsh, but played on in a drone over the water.

Suddenly the surface of the water broke and a head broke through the glass still surface. The head was followed by a body, a woman, naked in the night and clad in jewels. She looked so beautiful, peaceful, and enchanting as she walked along the surface of the water. Every feature of her body was perfect and alluring. She tiptoed alone the surface, turning her eyes to the moon and lifting her arms as if in and embrace.

Destiny walked to the rail of the ship and looked over as more and more of them came through the water, clad in jewels and carrying baskets of gold and treasure. They looked to the moon and presented themselves to it. They smiled and they danced on the glass of the water. And as quickly as it had all started it stopped and they turned to face the ship.

"So you have been brave enough to come this far," the first siren said as she looked up at Destiny, "it would seem you are a beautiful woman Captain, not so beautiful as us, but beautiful non the less," the woman said.

"I thank you," Destiny forced her voice to come forward.

"You have indeed come for the treasure, as the beings of land are filled with greed," the leader said as the water erupted beneath her and she was lifted into the air and up to eye level with Destiny, "do you really see yourself as worthy to possess out treasure, Young Sparrow?"

They looked at each other for a long time. Destiny trembled as she was examined by the woman of the ocean.

"I do," Destiny finally answered.

"I believe you to be right, or you would have tried to flee," the siren answered, "you are proud of this ship? She is a good vessel?"

"I am," Destiny answered, "I believe she is very sea worthy."

"You have men aboard your ship," the woman said angrily as she waved her arm.

Destiny could not see what had happened, in fact, it didn't seem like the dramatic wave of the sirens arms had done anything, but it really had. Every last man on the ship fell unconscious, into a very deep sleep and would not be able to look upon the beauty of the sirens.

"I do," Destiny answered, "it is very hard to find women to sail with."

"That is because women are not supposed to sail," the siren answered, "we are a ruling kind, you should be aware of that, we rule over the rulers. There hasn't been a king in the world who was not driven by his woman, his mistresses or even his wife. Even the great Davy Jones, ruler of the ocean as he sees himself, is ruled by women. But we are the queens of the moon, who seduces the sun to set into her shadow every night. You are one of the lucky few to be brought into the world of the ocean. The moon tells us you are worthy of our treasure and so it shall be granted," she said pulling the necklace from around her neck she placed it around Destiny.

The water erupted all around the ship as the sirens brought forth the treasure and placed it on the ship. Destiny did nothing but watch. The jewels and the gold gleamed in the moonlight like nothing she had ever seen before. The diamonds looked like they held the water of the oceans in their core. They sparkled like they had been plucked right out of the sky and the gold looked like the sand of the great beaches of the Caribbean.

"Why would you give the treasure so willingly?" Destiny asked as the last of the treasure was placed on her ship and the sirens sank back away and onto the surface of the water.

An evil cackle arose from the queen of the sirens. She stood on the glass surface of the water and watched as her army gathered around her.

"That treasure is nothing compared to what we have kept and it will way you down," she said and the women began to sink back into the sea.

"What do you mean?" Destiny asked fearfully.

"You are not one to listen well to others, Captain Sparrow," the queen stated, "you shall never be a pirate because you know not how to listen. Had you, you would know what in store for you. Your crew is disabled and your ship much too large for one single person to operate alone. You will loose this battle. Unless, and this is a very small possibility, you can prove you are a willing and able ruler. Convince the waves, the moon, the daemons of the deep that it is you who is ruler over this domain and you may just survive."

"What battle, all night talk of battles and death," Destiny gasped frantically.

The water erupted beneath the queen once more and she rose to eye level with Destiny. She grabbed the neck lace that hung around and tightened it till it nearly strangled the young captain, "look to your stern, you see another ship I dare say," the siren hissed, "it is an old ship, a weathered ship, a cursed ship. That its captain is a woman and a weathered pirate will be to her advantage. She has great perceptive powers, a ruler in her own right. She had a great head start on you, my dear, as she had many things that all good ruling women have. She had a husband who would die for her, an old weathered crew that admire her beauty and her command. That her ship once belonged to your father will also play against you. And our treasure will bring your ship to where it belongs, in our garden among our treasure. The sea has forsaken you, young Sparrow," the queen pushed away from Destiny cackling.

She fell back, gasping for air, the fear rising in her body. She would not give up her ship so easily, she would fight till the bitter end. She had to prove herself far better then any woman who had ever sailed. Could she do it? She had her doubts, but knowing the ship the be the Black Pearl brought an anger and a greater determination to her soul.

Gaining her feet again she ran into the depths of the ship and shaking every man she came to she came to the conclusion they were not to awaken.

The ringing song of the sirens had stopped and was now replaced with the stinging, angry laughter of their chanting for Davy Jones. The ship creaked and moaned as the waves of the ocean became violent. The moon disappeared behind huge dark clouds and lightning split the sky. The sound of a great organ moaned in the distance. As the laughing grew louder and louder.