My first sighting of this magnificent animal came at the most inopportune time. My crew and I had recently docked at Sag Harbor, New York, after a successful six-month fishing expedition in the Atlantic. My men were weary, and had many wants that could not be met while out at sea. Due to our earnings with such a lengthy time at sea, we were able to spend four nights at port. After docking and dividing the wages by rank, my men took off in search of stationary quarters—a preferred sleeping arrangement than the small rocking beds that we bear while out at sea.
It was the end of our fourth day in Sag Harbor when my life took the unexpected course that begins my tale. My men, drunk on rum and sex, and broke from good food and even better whores, were boarding Syren and adjusting to the fact that we would be at sea for another extended stay. As tradition warrants, I stood starboard as the crew worked frantically to hoist the sails and maneuver the masts of my beautiful Syren.
We were not more than fifty yards outside the Sag Harbor Bay when my eyes fell upon a creature so wild, so magnificent that it cared not who or what was watching it. I immediately instructed my crew to lower the sails, so as to slow my lady’s progress and to, therefore, give me more time to study this imposing creature.
His movements were monstrous, strong, and fierce. He stood at the bow of a ship that we had passed not more than five minutes before. The ship that appeared dormant had suddenly been brought to life with the stride of the beast. He stretched his head upward as if reaching for the stars, and then to my utter delight and solitary pleadings, he removed his blouse. I let out an audible gasp at the sight of his chest. His immense, supple breasts were pale against the moon’s touch. The voluminous heft caused them to fall over his tight fitting stay. His nipples were large brown spheres against the bleached tone of his skin. His tits, which stood erect in the chill of the night’s air, begged to be touched, nibbled, or even bitten.
I trembled with anticipation as I watched the great beast remove his breeches. Then to my utter surprise, he released the bindings of his stay. My legs, which have withstood many rough nights at sea, suddenly became weak as if they might give out at any moment. I was delirious with need and overexcitement as my eyes feasted on the girth and magnitude of the bounty set loose before me.