One minute I’m pouring champagne for myself and the next I’m stripped to nothing and surrounded by four men who are pulling me into their arms and vowing their undying devotion.

To say it’s a little much is an understatement.

Or at least, it should feel like a lot.

But somehow, it doesn’t. Somehow it feels exactly right. It wouldn’t make sense to anyone who wasn’t in this situation. You know, the whole green legs, meeting a selkie, tossed into a whirlpool thing--not to mention the orgy with four strangers a night ago, situation.

Somehow all this happening at once makes it seem totally normal.

And in my new reality, I’m stripped of my maxi dress while a group of devoted lovers stare at me like I’m a Greek goddess.

Okay, maybe not totally normal, but that’s where I’m at right now.

And then there’s the whole love thing.

That’s right: they confessed their love for me.

And I know love can mean different things to different people, but when I look into their eyes I only see something pure and absolute.

Perfect, whole, complete.

Love.

For me.

For this messy girl whose origins are unclear and who can breathe underwater.

Me.

The girl they’ve fallen in love with is me, the girl they were sent to find, the girl they were called to rescue.

Me.

So, yes, it is a lot. But also, maybe, it’s finally getting the answers I’ve always been so desperate for.

I’ve spent my life not quite understanding who I am, feeling like I’m living in skin that isn’t mine.

But maybe, finally, I’m standing on my own two feet.

My glittering, sparkling, shimmering, green two feet.

“Harlow,” West moans as he drops to his knees and wraps his arms around my bare waist. “You are divine.” He kisses me softly from my navel to my pussy.

Behind me, Eric runs his hands through my hair, twisting it into a knot and kissing the base of my neck. He cups my breasts from behind, plucking my nipples like they’re ripe fruit. His mouth against my skin sends tingles along my spine.

In front of me, Crew kisses me, his tongue inside my mouth, twirling it around my own. He smells like cedar and sunshine, reminding me of summer camp and nostalgia and possibility. Kissing him is a promise, a beginning. I never want it to end.

We move to the floor of the boat deck where Kai has laid out a quilt. Once on the floor, it quickly grows heated. We are all limbs and hands and mouths. All teasing and tickling and taking what we want.

I am all of theirs and they can have all of me. There are four pairs of hands on my skin at once and they bring me to completion much too fast.

So, we go again. They stroke me, with my thighs spread, touching me, probing me, with gentle fingers.

They fondle me, my nipples are hard and tight; they caress me, moving over my skin like I’m something precious. Something breakable. Something they treasure.

I move to my hands and knees with West beneath me, his mouth breathes hot air against my opening, taunting my clit with growing need.

I lower myself to his hard cock and pull it toward my mouth. My lips circle him as his throbbing length grows. Behind me, Crew uses my slick release to ease open my untouched hole and he gently moves his cock in my backside, slowly, as if hurting me is the last thing he ever wants to do.

While I suck West, his hard cock deep in my throat, I use my other hand and take Eric’s hardness, pumping him rhythmically.

The licking and teasing and dipping and grinding are all too much. It makes me delirious and insatiable.

Using my other hand, I reach for Kai, desperate to be with them all the same time. I want their come against my skin and in my mouth and down my throat. I want them inside me, I want nothing between us.

And they want it too.

When I come, it’s hard. I moan their names, begging for more. This is not sex or fucking.

This is love incarnate and I don’t know how I found it in the middle of the ocean, on a sunset cruise, but we did.

And yes, it’s a miracle and yes, it’s a kind of magic.

And yes, it feels so fucking good.

I scream my ecstasy and as I do, a torrent rises up and around the boat. The waves begin to rock the vessel hard--faster and faster--at a dangerous speed. As the boat moves, I keep coming against them and with them for a moment it feels like the culmination of the best sex we will ever have.

But then it becomes more than euphoric--it turns into something dangerous.

I call out against it in terror and the boat moves hard, but not in a way that makes me want to lean into Crew’s chest and have him hold me until the storm passes. No. This is more than a storm.

This is something unleashed.

I touch my throat remembering the way I called out my lovers’ names as we came. In my moment of orgasm, my voice was no longer my own.

My eyes widen, all of us are on the edge of terror, grabbing hold of one another. We all look up at the sky that has turned violently black. The stars seem to shine brightly, as if in warning, but I don’t know what they’re trying to say.

I look at the men around me, wondering if we caused the storm. I was warned to leave these men. Warned that they were here to take my power. I think of the selkie, half man, half seal. Maybe he knew what he was talking about. Maybe I am a fool for wanting something so dangerous.

The storm whips around us, so furiously, we cry out, reaching desperately for the railings. For something or someone to grab onto.

It’s scary, as the wind howls, as the Bimini shade is ripped from the boat, thrown into the waves. Water sloshes over the edges of the boat, and within moments the boat is nearly filled with seawater.

Why is there a storm when moments ago the water was calm? Why is the sea raging in such a dangerous way?

But deep in my belly I know.

Deep in my belly, I can feel what is happening.

I caused this.

Being with these men caused this.

And I don’t know how or why, but it must be true. They look at me with love that’s too intense to have occurred in one day’s time. I gave into this passion because I was longing to be seen. I am so tired of being lost; desperate to be found.

But at what cost for that sort of love?

“Harlow,” West cries, searching for my hand, but before we touch, he’s ripped from my reach by the pressure of the wind.

“We need a life raft, something,” Eric screams. But there isn’t time. And we watch in horror as Eric is carried from the boat, tossed into the dark sea.

I scream as Kai and West are pushed into the ocean by a wind stronger than any scientist could measure. I watch in horror, shaking with fear.

Crew pulls me to him, vowing to never let go.

But those promises mean nothing in the eye of this storm. He wraps his arms around me as the wind pushes hard against us, forcing us to the ground. My thigh hits hard against the wooden boat deck, and I scream.

But it is no longer in fear.

Now I scream in fury.

I unleash a torrent; my call is loud, and it comes from somewhere inside me I’ve never known. It shakes the storm, it seizes the wind, and I make a demand of the sea in the pause.

“Stop it,” I insist with a rage I’ve never known myself to possess. “Now!” I command.

The sea listens. I stand up, telling Crew to stay put, vows be damned. I tell him now it’s up to him. He must keep the boat safe because it’s all we have left.

“Look for the raft and life preservers,” I tell him. “Just promise you’ll stay here.” I stand on the railing, the rain still pouring, but the storm has passed. It’s like I spoke, and it listened. “Crew, be the anchor we all need right now. Because Eric is drowning, and Kai is drowning, and West is drowning and we’re not. I have to go after them.”

Then I dive into the water and before my head touches the surface of the sea, I feel my body shift.

My green legs are no longer legs as they glide into the ocean. I dive into the ocean that heard my call and I am no longer the woman looking for her lovers.

I am a siren looking for her sailors lost at sea.