Her look, her speech, her actions hypnotize you drawing you deeper and deeper to the depths of the ocean.
But how could Homer have gotten it so wrong. This sound wasn't evil. This sound wasn't drawing sailors to their death. This sound was mesmerizing and as he swam deeper and deeper the sound got louder and louder.
A glow deep in the ocean grew brighter as they swam closer.
A phosphorescent greenish light lit a small pin point in the chasm that she led him to.
As they grew closer he saw others swimming toward him. More mermaids than he had ever imagined.
Swirling around him in a welcoming mist of voices they sank lower to the glow.
The city was quite a beautiful place. Not a city as the people of the land knew but a city none the less.
His little mermaid drew him to a large extinct volcano lava dome. An arch on one end served as a nice entrance to a chamber that could only be described as a royal chamber. There sitting on a throne of sorts was a bearded old man that looked most easily described as a mermaid version of Henry the VIII.
Welcome his voice boomed. It must have been an effect of the acoustics in the lava dome. He pounded his trident on the floor and the mermaids bowed to him but he was unsure how to react.
Take this boy, the King said, and show him his duties and the ways of the sea.
Hundreds of girls swirled around him. Brushing up on him with their tails. Tickling his scaly lower half. His chest, having lived most of it's life in a shirt of some sort felt exposed but his furry chest and the treasure trail tickled as the girls passed around him stimulating the hairs bringing him to an ecstasy he has never experienced.
Leading him through the city his little mermaid pointed out places of interest.
As they swam along a mermaid would swim up greeting the new addition and tickling him with her tail.
And here my dear is the nursery.
The nursery? You questioned.
Yes.
They swam through the doors and there were dozens of baby mermaids and mermen surrounded by mermen.
Where are their mothers.
Oh they are out doing their duties. Her in the ocean kingdom our men bare and raise the children just like seahorses do.
Oh dear I don't think I will want to do that.
Silly you are already pregnant with our children.
He looked down at his abdomen. How?
You remember in the royal chamber when we were swirling around you. Our eggs were being deposited in you. This is not exactly how seahorses do it but it is close.
He panicked and tried to escape.
Don't worry honey I will take care of you and you will enjoy being a papa.