When Dick, the captain of his ship, had been thrown off his ship in a storm and washed up on an island, he’d never expect to have, well, survived, for one, and have been found and nursed by you. You’d been the first thing he saw when he woke up, the first ethereal thing he saw, and it was like he’d been struck by Cupid’s arrow. You were so beautiful, everything about you seemed to make him feel drunk on you— it just served to make him more smitten with you and lovesick.

You’d been nursing him back to health, gathering enough food for both you and him, finding fresh water to drink— and something felt like it was taking over him. With every word you spoke, he lost the urge to leave, wanting to stay, be yours forever, even if his crew needed him, or if his brothers may need word on where he is. Yeah, see, he’d had no clue that you were a siren in a living angel’s disguise.

He accepted the food that you’d gathered, the fire he lit crackling under the night sky on the beach. “Thanks,” He smiled, looking down at the cooked fish and leafy greens, which wasn’t exactly what he was used to, but it was the best he’d get on an island.

“You’re a darl’.” Dick grinned, and the moment his eyes met yours he was convinced that this meal was the most delicious thing he’d ever had— see, even if he’d find out you were a siren, he’d probably not care. He was too deep in you, his head dizzy, light, a goofy smile on his face with every breath.

Fuck, he could stare at your figure all day— from the curve of your neck to your shoulder, all the way down to the bottom of your hips. Your lips especially. He could drown in those lips, he could worship you if he could.