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This is a work of fiction based on Patrick O'Brian's Aubrey/Maturin series and the film "Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World." There is no intent to infringe on copyright or profit in any way from the original work. The story is strictly for entertainment purposes as a work of NC-17 fan-fiction.

Circe
by Isobel and Tig
Author's note: This tale takes place between the end of Desolation Island and the beginning of Fortune of War.

Long afloat on ship less oceans
I did all my best to smile
'Til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle
And you sang, "Sail to me, sail to me,
Let me enfold you,
Here I am, here I am
Waiting to hold you…"
-"Song of the Siren," by This Mortal Coil

Jack gazed out into the sunrise touching the sky with pink and orange against the blue of the sprawling Pacific. They had weighed anchor the evening before at a tiny island, unmarked on the map. The water was calm, weather mild, not a cloud in the sky. The sea spread like glass in either direction.
"Will we be having sweepers, Sir?" Pullings' benign request broke into his reverie, and Jack shook his head mildly at his second lieutenant.
"I don't believe we will today, Tom: 'tis far too mild. We might make up our time with a western blow later if the calm breaks, but for now it might be best to admit that we are at something of a standstill."
"Lower the sail in the water then, Sir?"
Jack was not facing Pullings, but the buoyant hope in the youthful voice at the prospect of larking about in the water made him smile to himself.
"I believe we might, at that. Let the sail be lowered."
Jack peered up at the mainforetop mast and the unruffled mass of canvas; his gaze dropped to the deck where all was shiny and tidy, all perfectly in order. Plenty of time then for him to take a morning swim hims- po- possibly on the lee side of the boat where the sun shone hotter. The second bell on the forenoon watch had barely sounded, and already his shirt clung to him uncomfortably. It would be a warm day.
"Now, Sir?" Pullings chirped. Jack had quite forgotten he was there.
"As soon as ever you can lower the canvas, Pullings. Starboard side, mind, and oh - send word for the Doctor, with the Captain's compliments, and would he like to take a boat to the island?"
It was a compliment passed on without thought, and Jack groaned as he wondered what he was letting himself in for. Stephen was excited to explore the island in search for more of his ghastly specimens, and an invitation such as this could only result in a littered deck or an uninhabitable wardroom.
Jack was joined shortly as he unpeeled his jacket, not by Stephen, but by Killick, who appeared in more of a grousing mood than was common.
"The Doctor sends his compliments to the Captain, and begs to be excused from using the boat. He is filing a plank."
Jack arched his brows quizzically and shrugged the shirt from his shoulders. "Well, I wish him joy with his planks, I'm sure. Did he mention why he felt the urge to file a plank?"
"Which he's dipping for cephalopods."
"Celaphopods," Jack corrected, overly proud that he had recently caught on to the pronunciation himself. "I imagine he wishes to float with his net. So be it-I'm going for a dip."
He disrobed unceremoniously and handed his shirt and breeches to Killick, who didn't appear quite ready to abandon the conversation.
"It's always squids with the Doctor," Killick groused as the stockings came off and were dropped over his uncomplaining arms, "If there's trouble in the sea with the Doctor, there's always squids in it."
"Then refuse to help pickle them," Jack muttered unhelpfully. "I am at leisure this short while, Killick. Tell the men that if they require my presence, they'll have to swim fast enough to collect me."
Jack gave a long stretch, and hurled himself over the side into the blue sea. The warm water enclosed around his ears, and an wat watching would have noted that for such a large man, he made a very little splash: a perfect dive. Jack felt nearly as comfortable in the sea as he did on the deck of a ship, and the depths never failed to entrance him; calling to him with an alluring voice. He stroked the water with powerful arms, making for the surface and a deep breath. Tossing his wet hair back, he thought to swim for the island and the beautiful sandy beach. It was a distance, but one he could close easily,n ren return after a short rest on the beach to warm his bones.
Only a few hundred yards from the ship, Jack felt something surge past him in the water. He was not much concerned with sharks, as they gave him little trouble, and a good swat on the nose was all that was needed to chase anything too curious away; but if it were a porpoise, he did not want to miss a chance to play. He loved to watch them frolic in his bow wave, and knew them to be intelligent creatures. Stephen had even explained to him that they were not fish at all, but mammals that came to the surface to breathe air, just like people. He fancied them his favorite of God's creations.
Jack dove under the surface and looked around him, but was deflated when he saw nothing. Shrugging off his disappointment, Jack breathed deeply and sliced through the water, swimming on the surface, closing the distance to the island quickly, when again, the creature moved past him. This time it came close enough to touch him, brushing past his foot as it kicked. Submerging quickly, he caught what appeared to be a dolphin's tail heading away from him towards the shore.
He found himself chuckling with glee at the game, and let himself float quietly for a moment, waiting to see if the creature would return. He was thrilled when he saw the dark shape coming towards him.
"That's it sweetheart," he giggled. "Come play with Jack."
Jack's eyes went wide as he felt something - a hand - grasp his ankle firmly and tug him down; he caught only a quick breath before he was drawn beneath the surface nearly to the sandy bottom of the shallows. He thrashed and kicked in panic, pawing at the water without effect. Then with great effort, his air nearly gone, he willed his mind to calm and cast his gaze down toward his captor. His eyes fell upon the biggest, darkest eyes he'd ever seen, set in perhaps the loveliest female face he'd ever encountered. Jack's struggles ceased.
The creature released his ankle and floatedto mto meet his eyes, long dark hair flaring out around her pale face like a halo as they hung suspended underwater. Reaching out, she traced the features of his face with her fingers, then smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Jack would have gasped, but to do so would have drowned him. His lungs burned for sustenance, but he was far too entranced with the vision before him to draw himself away. A stream of shining bubbles left his mouth with the last of his air, and he wondered if this would be how he met his death: nude in the calm warm sea, locked in the embrace of a siren. A fine sailor's death, he thought in a detached sort of way, and let his eyes close just as the darkness of unconsciousness began to overtake him.
Suddenly, he felt warm lips close on his mouth, and his cheeks puffed with the mermaid's breath. His lungs filled with what seemed like pure oxygen, and his dying mind reeled with its intoxicating sweetness; a lingering draught of new wine, quenching the desperate need of his body, then bringing a flush to his face, warming him from his chest, down to his stomach, out to his limbs, and straight to his head. He drew his arms around her and held her tightly, reveling in the sensation of her kiss as she filled him with her life-giving breath.
Jack opened his eyes to the most beautiful smile he had ever seen, as if she were very pleased with herself, and the distinct sensation of being claimed came over him. He reached for her again and captured her mouth, clutching her to his body, her full pert breasts pressed deliciously to his chest as his lungs expanded. He wished for a moment that he could hang suspended in the womb of the earth drinking her luscious breath for the rest of his days.
He felt a surge of motion as together they shot towards the surface, his head pushed downward by the force, his face resting on her shoulder as he looked towards the sea floor. In the water, he saw the form of a dolphin's tail between his trailing feet. A mermaid, he thought excitedly. I have caught a mermaid, or more precisely, she has caught me. He wished suddenly that Stephen could be there - he would never believe it otherwise - then thought better of it. He would hate to see this lovely creature pickled in a jar of alcohol in the good doctor's cabin with the asps and bees.
When they surfaced, Jack coughed and choked, retching water from his lungs. The siren held him steuntiuntil his convulsions calmed, an expression of deep concern on her face, then drew him into her embrace again, filling him with her exquisite breath. He felt dizzy, drunk, and nearly drowned, but safe, and entranced with this beguiling creature.
She smiled on him again, an amazing spotlight smile, and with a quick kiss, dove under the water. With one strong flick of her tail, she shot towards the island's sandy beach.
"By God, she's fast," Jack grinned.
He swam furiously after her, and followed her towards the shore, into a rocky cove in the warm shallows. Halting to take stock of his position and panting for breath, he grimaced when he did not see her. Then, beyond the rock, he heard a song. Jack closed his eyes and groaned, letting his head fall back. The most perfect concerto, the grandest symphony, or highest soaring soprano's aria all paled in comparison to the siren's song. Her voice washed over him like a wave, enveloped him, stroking his flesh in the water. He had never felt a more erotic sensation, and he felt his body stir as she sang, compelling him to her. He was suddenly gripped with the knowledge that he would die if he did not find her instantly.
Jack paddled around the rocks and his mouth hung agape as he caught sight of her, her song still enchanting him. Perched upon a rock like a seal, her long dark hair streaming over her shoulders and down her back, he saw that she was a perfect human female to the waist - with a pert bosom, more than generous-then a transition from hips and navel to a slick, dolphin-like tail, thick and powerful. She had no scales. She was not fish - like at all; purely sea mammal, and somehow this made sense to him. Her eyes were the biggest blackest orbs, almost no white at all, fringed with lashes so long they swept her cheeks when she blinked, and glistened with dewy water droplets. But it was her voice that captivated him completely.
He approached her warily, careful not to startle her as he was drawn in by her song. Jack felt his heart pound in his ears, and the throbbing pulse echoed in his groin, his body's need building and burning in his belly. Her eyes never left him as he reached a hand up to her, standing in the shallows, fine sand beneath his feet. She smiled brilliantly down to him, and after a moment's hesitation, she leaned from her position on the rock to grasp it. Jack noted the slight webbing between her fingers and the small fin-like appendage at her elbow in awe. The skin of her hand was warm and velvety, slick as silk, with a slight gray-blue coloring that became more pronounced down her body.
"Why, there you are…" Jack breathed as he finally found his voice.
She blinked her dark eyes, cocked her head to the side, and moved her thick wet hair back, as if she were listening to the sound of his voice. There he noted her ears, small, almost vestigial. The opening contracted closed, then opened again. He marveled at the sight, then slowly drew her hand to his mouth and kissed it gently. Her brilliant smile returned, and Jack was mesmerized as he watched her bring his hand back to her mouth and take each finger in turn between her lips, lapping them sensuously with her pink tongue. His breath left him, and an incoherent sound escaped his lips as he shuddered.
The siren giggled, and the sound thrilled him, a melodious and sparkling sound, then slipped down the opposite side of the rock and hauled herself up onto the shore, coming to rest where the waves lapped at her tail. Jack moved to her side, his body pillowed by the soft sand, and smiled longingly to her, caressing her hip, reveling in her pleasantly slippery skin.
"Sweetheart, I can scarcely believe you are real, but here you are in the flesh," he breathed, as his eyes came to rest on her generous breasts. "And what lovely flesh it is."
He sighed as she reached out to touch his face, pushed his long buttery hair out of his eyes, traced the outline of his full lips, then leaned into him and pressed her mouth to his, possessing him. Jack tasted the salt of her lips, then the sweetness of her mouth as she opened to him, welcoming him, her tongue soft and seeking between his lips. He moaned into her, and gasped as she groaned to him in response. Her voice was at once breathy and sonorous, and it seemed as if he could feel her amorous whimper in his chest as well as hear it. The sensation made him shiver with excitement.
Jack dared to move his hand from the velvet skin of her hip to her breast, kneading it firmly, and grinned as she kissed him with renewed fervor, her breath growing deep and quick to match his. Laying his head in the sand, he closed his eyes, a low chuckle rumbled in his chest as her mouth moved to his neck, suckling and nipping the tendon there sensuously. His eyes snapped open when he felt the siren's sharp little teeth at his throat, her hand closing possessively over his rigid phallus.
"Gentle sweetheart!" he yelped. "Gentle, please."
She looked apologetically at him, her brows knitted, her lip pushed forward in a pout, and kissed the mark she had made on his neck. Jack relaxed as she caressed him; her slick velvet fingers on his throbbing manhood were almost more than he could bear. She beamed at him as he chuckled and moaned again, obviously pleased with her catch, and echoed his laugh in lilting tones, the vibration of her voice washing over him again and caressing his mind as it did his body. He abandoned all hesitation and lowered his mouth to her breast, closing it over her taut nipple, laving his tongue over the puckered bud and suckling gently until she whimpered and thrashed her tail.
Jack moved his hand down her flat belly, unsure of what to do until she guided his hand to a place about six inches below her navel, where her legs would have begun. He caressed her slick belly as she urged him on, until hesed sed something twitch and shudder under the surface of her skin. Beneath his fingers, he felt a slight bump begin to form, then two, becoming the ridges of a swollen cleft around a thin perforation in the skin. She moaned with pleasure as he stroked her, the cleft becoming more pronounced and slippery as his head swam with the sonic vibration of her voice. She sought his kiss again and writhed against his hand, thrusting her hips forward, until she captured his fingers and guided them into her weeping opening.
"Oh! Oh my…" Jack gasped.
Her sheath clutched his fingers tightly, and stroking upwards, he found the hard plump bud of her desire, causing her tail to thrash in the water as the shallow waves swirled around them. Jack could barely breathe as he watched her expression intently, eyes closed, face contorted in pleasure, and felt his body coil as she tugged at his trembling cock eagerly.
Her eyes snapped open suddenly and she batted his hand away. She looked so intensely at him, so hungrily, he feared she would bite him again, but instead she pulled him down to lay over her and guided the wide head of his aching phallus into her opening. He hissed his breath and plunged into her slick warmth, his legs astride her tail, pressing her into the white sand, and watched her toss her head back, her face a mask of ecstasy. A sharp whimper escaped her throat, then melted into a low moan in his ear, making his head swim.
She pulled him down into her kiss, devouring him as his long wet hair fell around her face, blocking out all the world. Jack savored her heat and tightness, the sheer pleasure of being a part of her, and soon he was rocking his body over hers, stroking deeply, gratified when she mewled for him. Every coo, every moan moved through him like a caress, her slick tail wriggling and writhing sensuously between his legs, thrusting up to meet him.
When the waves came in, her face submerged, her hair flared out around her, and the sun on the water glittered over her. Jack felt as if he were swimming in her, making love to the sea itself. When the wave went out, he devoured her throat and shoulders, his desire building to nearly an unbearable height as her sheath clutched and milked him. Jack heard and fehe vhe vibration of her voice in the water; then in the air when the water receded. And always, he felt the touch of her voice inside her body, stroking him and wrapping him in bliss. His breath came to him in chocking sobs as he thrust into her with abandon, driven on by her desperate pleading, her slick fingers grasping and kneading the flesh of his loins. He feared his heart would burst in his chest.
His mind reeled, his mouth plundered by her kiss: her amorous cries immersed him in her pleasure as she clutched him tightly and climaxed, shuddering violently, crying out against his mouth and drawing him suddenly deeper into her body. Jack was washed away with her; he moaned and bucked against her, arching his back in ecstasy as he erupted into her shivering sheath, hot sweet euphoria engulfing him, drowning him. She shook and spasmed again as his molten seed flooded her, and her body drank him in, emptying him profoundly. The siren panted and nipped his shoulder possessively, causing him to cry out before he collapsed over her. The last thing he felt before passing into dark euphoria was the warm soft sand on his face, and her satisfied coo in his ear.

* * *
"Ah, there is our wind," Stephen mused, relieved from the sticky heat by the breeze, though his usually lively companion ignored him and stared out into the bright moonlit night with an unfocused gaze towards the tiny island.
"Jack, I have a great complaint to make. I am most concerned with your humour," Stephen insisted, watching the behavior of his particular friend closely as they strolled along the deck. "For the whole of the day, since we plucked you from that beach, throughout dinner, and that pitiful attempt at music making afterwards, you have been on the far side of the world, though you stand before me."
Jack sighed. "You're right in it, brother; I am not a bit myself."
"Then for all love, tell me what ails you!" he hissed, and observed a certain redness at the base of Jack's neck. Stephen pushed Jack's collar back and inspected the punctures on his neck, frowning. "What is this mark? You are bitten."
"For all love…" Jack echoed, and his powerful chest heaved another sigh in preparation for what he was about to say. "Stephen, something has happened. I am loathe to relay it, and please do not take offense, but especially to you. Still if I don't tell someone, I am sure I will burst. I was bitten by something on the island, and now I fear I am somewhat poisoned."
"Was it a snake? The banded krait, Bungarus Fasciatus, is known to inhabit the area - but if you had been invenomated by a krait you would certainly be dead by now. Was it a jellyfish, some sort of eel?"
"Were it a snake, I assure you, you would have heard of it from the boat. No, it was a... a mermaid, Stephen, in all truth - a siren of legend," and in speaking the words, Jack grinned, the first smile the Doctor had seen from him all day. "It was a love bite, really - just a nip. She was despondent when she thought she'd hurt me, and very gentle afterwards. By God, she was beautiful; skin slick as silk and soft as velvet. But brother, you would not have believed the rapture of her voice…"
Stephen blinked incredulously, stepped back, straightened his stance, then reached for his friend's forehead and felt for fever. Taking Jack's face in his hands, he pulled his head down towards him and parted his long blonde hair, searching his scalp for contusions, though he found nothing.
"I promise you, I did not suffer a head injury," Jack chuckled warmly.
"Sunstroke then," Stephen insisted. "You lay on that beach for far too long. I want you to go and lay yourself down, now."
The breeze picked up again and Jack seemed to start at something he heard on the wind.
"Do you hear that?" he gasped, rushing to the rail, his eyes wide. "It's her. She calls to me…she pulls at my very soul. By God, Stephen, can you hear her?"
"Jack, I hear nothing," he confessed as he watched him strip his shirt over his head and begin to tear at the buttons of his breeches. Stephen seized him by the shoulder. "My God, man, what are you doing? Must I lash you to the mast like Ulysses?"
When Jack shrugged off his hold, Stephen cried out, delaying the descent, sabotaging: "Stop the Captain! Do not allow him to plummet over the side in that reckless way! He is mad with illness!"
Three burly hands rushed to the Captain's side and pulled him off the rail.
"No! Get off, God damn you!" Jack bellowed, and then grimaced when he heard the siren's call bare away in the distance, lost in the swirling winds.
"Stay with me, brother," Stephen pleaded, forcing him to look into his gaze as the men held him.
Jack's struggles ceased and he groaned, defeated. The men shifted their weight from holding him back to holding him upright.
"Take him to his quarters, and wait upon my arrival," he spoke softly. "I will stay with him this night until we are away. It is merely the heat; all will be well."
"Tell Pullings…two Points to the wind, WWN - raise topgallants and studdingsails…" Jack ran peculiarly out of air, and would have stumbled were it not for the attentive hands arresting his sagging.
At the Doctor's permissive nod, the men guided their Captain back to his coach. Stephen passed Jack's instructions to his first lieutenant, then followed to sit by his friend, contemplating the benefits to be had from filling Jack's ears with a waxen swab, possibly accompanied by an Aldomovian draught.
"Yes," Stephen mused. "That should answer it. His nerves are rattled, little more."

* * *

Jack squinted through the glass, pinpointing their direction, and consulted the sextant again. Pullings was speaking - nay, babbling - an incomprehensible uttering to his left, his hands wringing, anxiety contorting the youthful face. Jack stuck his finger idly in his left ear and wiggled it, trying to soothe the strange itching deep within. It was difficult, most oddly, to distinguish between Pullings' voice and a prolonged chord of A sharp - a feat that did not normally tax him.
"Steady there, Tom! Just tell me how we came to be two degrees further north of our positionings, and - "
"Those were your orders, Sir! Two points, WNN. I wondered at it, but - "
"Oh… Stephen!" blasted Jack through gritted teeth, and nearly threw his glass up in exasperation. He calmed himself with effort, and regarded his Lieutenant wryly. "You know, Pullings, that Stephen does not know a ratline from a rat's arse?"
Pullings strove valiantly to maintain a straight face, then grimaced in slight shame. "It didn't seem courteous to question it, Sir."
"Very well," Jack sighed, feeling that he wasn't being quite charitable, and scratched the itching bite on his neck, though Stephen had insisted he not touch it. A fine westerly wind picked up, and he handed the sextant back to Pullings. "The order was WWN - please take all corrective actions. I daresay, if we catch the blow by the dogwatch, we shall make up our timings admirably."
Pullings nodded and turned rather quickly to bawl the new orders directly into the face of a very surprised Mowett, who blinked, winced, and scuttled off to do the Captain's biddings.
Jack walked to the taffrail, and glanced with some regret at the lengthening, widening wake creaming up at the stern. He sighed, closed his eyes, and struggled to recall the melody of the siren's song. The inability to do so had haunted his sleep, nagged at him, and made him toss all night in his bunk despite the sleeping elixir Stephen had given him as he kept a quiet vigil in the chair at his side. But the whole of the incredible encounter was beginning to seem to him like a dream; a fond memory just beyond the reach of his consciousness, a vision in his periphery that he couldn't turn quite fast enough to catch.
"Such a beautiful creature," he mused, feeling his throat nearly close with emotion. "So playful and welcoming…"
His chest heaved with sighing again, his fingers moving thoughtlessly to the bite at his throat. When he closed his eyes, he could still feel the touch of the siren's lips upon his, the sweetness of her breath filling him again, and the sensation made him smile. Suddenly, he did not care that Stephen would never believe him. Jack then turned his mind to the thorny issue of fidelity, and whether it necessarily counted - being enchanted, seduced, possessed, by a half-porpoise, several thousands of miles west off the point of Gibraltar...
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