Seafarer Vol.4

One of the women spoke then, her voice like the song of a siren drifted softly across the meadow "Stand down Captain, it is so seldom we receive guests." Without looking back to see which had spoke the Captain obviously still enraged said "No mortal man is allowed to set foot on the Isle, such is the law and death be the sentence." The winged mariner noted that in spite of the Captains argument he did stop advancing toward him, though he still gripped the blade tightly in his right hand. "If he were a mortal man Captain he would never have reached the beach." Said one of the other women iv a voice as sweet as her neighbor.

The third woman spoke then, while her voice was sweet, the words held the vile threat of poison as they drifted through the air. "Captain, your duty is our bidding, sheath that weapon or swallow it, the choice is of course your own." The pale face of the large man became whiter still at the womans words and he quickly slit his rapier back through the dark ring on his belt. "Come little one" said one of the women. "Let us have a closer look at you." Said another. "Let us see how you will die." Said the third, the one who commanded the Captain to sheath his weapon.

As he drew closer to the squeaking spinning wheels he realized that no thread collected on the spools as they pedaled, and neither did the piles of wool grow shorter as they pulled each pinch. The three women were likely the most beautiful ladies the mariner had ever set eyes upon. The lady on the left had hair like corn silk that blew softly in the breeze. She wore a green dress covered with emerald sequins, and a small sequined mask covered her right eye shaped like the wing of a bird. The red hair of the woman in the middle hung nearly to the ground curled into tight ringlets, her sleek silk dress the color of blood and the mask that covered her left eye the shape of a tear.

For some reason he struggled to look upon the woman on the right, although her beauty rivaled that of her neighbors, there was a frightening aura about the woman. With hair as dark as a ravens wings she wore a ruffled black dress with a wide neckline that dropped low enough to expose much of her curvy form. The black mask she wore covered both of her eyes its shape resembling the wings of a bat. "I am Lady Fate." Said the blonde woman on the right, "these are my sisters, Lady Luck, and Miss Fortune." The women with red hair and dark hair each nodded in turn. "And you are the swallow who will be granted the choice."

At this the huge sea Captain bellowed "He should not be here!" Unsure exactly what any of this meant, but intrigued that this woman knew anything of his origin, the mariner glanced from the Captain to each of the women in turn. "What do you mean when you say I must choose?" Asked the seafarer. As he asked the question the Lady Luck began to giggle while Miss Fortune only smirked. Lady Fate scratched at her alabaster chin with fingernails painted emerald green and smiled. "Everything and nothing, in time you will understand." Said Lady Fate. "Today, your choice will be simple, which of us would you serve?" She asked.

The Captain through his arms up in exasperation and walked to the edge of the meadow placing his fists on his hips. The mariner stood before Lady Luck, "In what capacity am I to serve?" He asked. "Choose." Said Lady Luck giggling once again. He walked to stand before Miss Fortune to embarrassed to look upon her form directly he stared at the ground "How long would I be my servitude last?" He asked. "Choose." Said Miss Fortune with an evil grin. Walking back to stand before Lady Fate, he found something inviting in the green hues she wore. "How can I know the choice I make is the correct one?" He asked. "Choose." Said Lady Fate with a warm smile.