“Hmmm mmmmm. Hammmm mmmmm. Hwoooo ooooouah, huaaaaaa ooohaawaaaa.”

It felt natural. I was born without hearing, yet I loved singing. My voice rang out, like a call that only angels could dream of. It grasped hearts and soothe worries. It brought warmth when none could be found. It made the strongest cry and the weakest wail. In the driest worlds, this voice of mine would cause clouds to form, as long as there was a man to hear my song.

“Haaaaa ooooooh. Haaaaa ooooooooooh. Haaaaaa ooooouah, huaaaaaa ooohaawaaaa.”

So I wonder. What will grasp at my heart? What will soothe my worries? If it does come, will it bring me warmth? Will I no longer shed tears of sadness, but tears of joy?

“Come all, you fair maids. Whoever you may be. There is nothing that can console me, but my jolly sailor bold! There is nothing that can console me, but your cupid's arrow in my heart!”

Stories of lands from beyond, the stories my sisters sang of. They called them men. Those men wanted to offer everything, yet they slaughtered them. They sang of worlds that a broken being such as myself could never even begin to create images of. The thoughts in my head could not imagine, no matter how I tried. For I am, the sole deaf one.

“Please… come, somebody. Someone. I want to see it. I want to dream it.”

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“Land ho!”

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Many moons ago, giant creatures swam in this home of mine. They had no warmth, no life, and no soul. Yet I could feel the vibrations of something I do not have. Joy, love, and the thing I seek most. I, alone, abandoned by my sisters hid. Day by day, week by week, moon by crescent and crescent by moon, they kept moving in this home of mine. Different, yet the same. Soulless.

“Captain…”

“Gilbert. Gather the men, this siren won't take us!”

“Aye!” The young man jumped down and began shouting to the crew.

“Siren!! Siren!! Gather round!”

I wished they would stay. I call, yet they run. I cry, yet they ignore me. Why? Are you man? Will you be my Jolly sailor? Why did it change? Why do you answer me now? It changed. The aura is glowing, shaking. It felt warm, like my sisters’ voice, yet like poles apart.

“Basil, the shanty!!”

“Aye! Gather round men!”

““Vayra, veyra, vayra, veyra,”

Are you calling out to me?

“Gentil, gallanntis veynde”

My Jolly sailor?

“I see him, veynde, I see him”

“Louder men, louder!!!”

“Pourbossa, pourbossa.”

“Fight, fight the siren! Let our hearts win!”

“Haill all and ane, hail all and ane;

Hail him up til us, hail him up til us.”

“Captain Eustace, does it not sound lonely?”

“Do not waver Philip, you are my first mate”

“Gilbert, Basil, and the others feel the same.” Phillip turned to face his captain.

“Captain, it’s different. It's lonely. Alone in spirit, song, and without sirens.” He pleaded to his captain.

“You are wavering! Sing louder! Feel it in your heart! Do not succumb”

“Captain, have we ever found a siren lone? There is no mention of this in any texts! Will your fear leave a innocent woman to the seas?”

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The faraway land, the cultures and the tongues. The people of the east, the children of the west. The men of the north, and the woman of south. I now see them, awake, or asleep. They’re always there.

“En-Naddāha!” The young man ran over. “Myrtles” He smiled as he handed me a flower. “And of course, Egyptian lotus” His warm dark eyes shined, as he surprised me with his other hand.

Oh, my jolly sailors. You’ve come.