Don’t give me a normal pining ship, don’t let me see “he loved her more than all the stars in night sky.” If she was a bitter poison, then nothing but pure saccharine funneled down his throat as he drank. He never strayed from her side, the way the moon and the stars always appeared in the night sky together. Whether he was courting a siren or a mermaid, his love for the sea couldn’t justify the sinful whispers he repeated to himself. If the gods may weigh punishment down on his back for loving her, then she will be his only purveyor.