It was high-pitched as birdsong, yet something deeper lurked inside. A melody that yearned for response. Demanded a duet. It soared high and free and then trilled and swooped, lower and deeper until the earthy lust of its contralto made his knees grow weak, and that which hung between grow strong. Donato walked to the edge of the ship’s rail and stared out at the black ripples of the ocean. The sky was cloaked in dirty clouds, but now and then the faint beam of the moon shone through, and he could just make out the rocks of an island in the distance. He knew the sound came from there. And he knew why. Benito. The First Mate slept belowdecks with the rest of the crew, but that afternoon, he had taken a small boat to the island. And when he came back, he’d bragged again and again of his (mis)handling of a mysterious lone woman they’d found there. “Her name was Ligeia,”
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