A hauntingly beautiful face appeared beneath the surface of the water. It smiled with teeth almost unnoticeably pointed. Slowly, a hand with delicate white fingers broke through the waves and beckoned the sailor. He stared over the edge of the boat at the face of a beautiful woman. Her hair was red and probably curly, though it was wet and undulating with the ocean, so it was difficult to tell. One slender finger coaxed him towards the water, only a foot from his face.

The coy woman backed away but continued beguiling him towards her. He lowered himself into the water and swam to the woman who was now floating casually on her back in the water. A fish tail broke the surface and disappeared as quickly as it had come into view. He failed to notice the tale as he was caught in her large, grey eyes; swirling like maelstroms. With a few gentle strokes he was upon her, kissing her, submiting to the flames of passion that would lead the sailor to his watery grave.

Once in her grasp, she dragged him under.