The Prince’s Siren

    The sailing boat blossomed right there on the ocean, with sails as pretty as any petals, bluish in compliment to the sky and waves. The rest was all as solid as any oak of the land, warm browns that reminded her of home and hearth, of those quiet family evenings when jokes rise and swirl as eddies in water.     Sirens, harpies and humans filled the ship as they were taking their captain’s commands. They were all like a family, bonded with no blood, yet with memories and love. Despite their difference, they saw no border to cross the line and go as far as they could to help one and the other.      While the ship was sailing, she stood in the top center, giving directions while turning the wheel around as slow as possible.      As she pondered, that great brain of hers always solving problems that had defied geniuses for all ages, she'd never been more beautiful... their captain.      If a beam of light could weave itself into a strand, that was her hair; everyone always felt it glowed from within rather than relying on the sunshine. It was as if the universe had conjured her matter in a ripple of laughter - as if all she was composed of was a sort of musical and loving happiness. Her shoulder length white hair was always let down, reflecting a shine on her grey orbs.      It wasn’t white because of her old age, she wasn’t old at all, it had to do with her Irish roots and being a siren. One of the best cunningly smart sirens. It was quite a surprise for people to know that sirens don’t hide between caves and lure pirates in, but can be captains themselves.      Her mouth opened as another command rolled away in waves. One could listen to her speak all day. She had a voice to sinks in as it wraps a person up. Yet, vibrating with power and authority. It was a voice with a strong aura, putting every person she faced down and making them submit to her. Perks of being a siren.        “All hand hoay!”     That was the last command she gave, ordering them to get on deck as the ship finally sailed, stopping for a break. Every time she had something to say, she would make a stop near a flag of any country they were near. Just like that time.             “Hear me out. We’re traveling to England, it will only take around four hours if we didn’t face any problem by the...mermaids”she hissed upon saying the name of creatures she despised by her full heart. Though they were all creatures of the sea, she had unpleasant memories with some. She saw them as snakes in a fake, pretty shape. Then, she continued. “The prince is getting married today and some of us should be present.”     She would have a face of an angel if her lips would ever break farther apart. The edge was pushed up, scrunching her one eye up, making the grey appear silver. Her lips were parted a centimeter, making it seductive to many. Yet the fake smirk on her angelic face made her appear all too confident and cunning, like any other siren.            They weren’t going after a royal invite or to stand outsides the gates, waiting to see the newly wedded couple. Their reason was jewelry, bags of money and some tiaras. It was what they always did to some of the wealthy houses in famous countries. Not all the rich people of course, they stole only from those who knew how to steal themselves.             “All of you in?” She raised her eyebrow, waiting for their reaction.             “Aye Capo”they all shouted in union, agreeing to what she said. Capo was a nickname they gave her as a shortcut for captain. As I said, they were all too close to each other to go around calling someone formally, it would have sounded super wrong and suspicious.      Hearing their response, her smirk formed into a satisfied smile as she turned her back to them, walking towards the wheel. They all took the signal and started helping in starting their short trip.      Her eyes roamed around, watching as the sea waves tried to push their ship back with all their might but were failing to do so. How the birds were flying on land from one place to another, like frogs jumping around. She had taken the sign of waking up in a good mood a good sign that something great was going to happen to them or specifically her.  ****     Meanwhile, a breathtakingly, handsome blonde prince made his way out of his father’s office with a deep scowl on his face. No way he was getting married! It was more like a nightmare than a wish. If he would’ve wanted marriage, it would be absolutely someone that’s not Rosie who he was going to choose as the woman to accompany him on all the journeys in his life as the future king. Kids, wife and too much priority weren’t his thing. He still viewed himself as not ready. He didn’t like being born as a royal, it wasn’t something other men should wish for, they should be thanking god they weren’t him. Especially with no mother and being raised by babysitters and a strict father.      His head spun around to the left as a shadow passed by. A quiet gasp left his mouth as he looked with astonishment. What was she doing her and why did she come without informing them first? To him, it was more as a warning than anything.     As quickly as he had walked out, he walked backwards, his hands finding the door knob and pulling it down. He entered the office again and leaned his back on the door, letting out a relieved sigh that she hadn’t noticed him.      The king; his father, raised his eyebrows in confusion and stared at him, waiting for him to speak.             A few minutes later, the clicking of her heels was no longer heard as he released a breath he was holding.      Again, he was successful at another attempt of escaping his fiancée.