with a cold night out on the deck

In is the Dead of night, cold of Davey Jones black heart. The wind is piercing like, sharp knives on your back.

You task is to swab the deck and make sure it clean for the pirate folk. You decided to do this at night where it less interruption. You were told by the Captain not to get close to the side of the boat. She ounce told you the sea is alive and loves to snatch and unexpected pirate deep into the depth of the water. There all manner of beast out there.

Old wives tales you say. But to please the Captain you tie a rope to yourself and hook it to one of the doors, so you won’t fall off. You figure this is still smart because the boat can be rough.

The wind screamed louder…but then it sounds like a beautiful song. You swear you hear your name

“WHO was that” You say grabbing your sword “Don’t have time for games”

It says your name louder

You turn and she a beautiful blond woman with pale milky white skin. She is gorgeous, long legs, bountiful breast, and curves. She has a flowing white dress that see through. Her eyes are ocean blue.

“Come to me” She says

She sits on the side of the boat