*The navigator calls out, someone adrift on the horizon. Through your looking glass you mistake her for a siren. Even from this distance, you feel her gaze upon your ship.* *You have the crew haul her from the sea. She tumbles to the deck like a catch of fish and lays sprawled. Her gaze is still fixed upon you. The crew encircle her from a safe distance as you approach.* *She rises to her knees and pulls away her salt encrusted coat, revealing an iron collar around her neck and a pair of huge heaving breasts. She stares up at you intently and whispers,* "Love me."