Yarn of the Sailors

The image is taken from Pixabay. 
The waves were stillAs the ship glidedOn the onyx wavesRandomly shimmering silverIn the pearly moonlight.
Cards and bottles on the desk They sat in a circleSinging in hoarse voicesThe songs of valor, pride, and seaSpinning tales of mermaids and sirens. 
'Her emerald eyes, ruby lipsSoft as raspberries,The tail shining like diamondsShe beckoned to mePromising to show the buried treasure.'
'Fire at her fingertips,Honey in her voice,She swayed with the waves,Her curves promising surprises,Only if I brought her the head of the three-eyed monster.'
Laughter echoed in the silent nightUntil, one after another The sailors sunk Into their cold bedsTired and lonely in the middle of the sea.
Each night the yarn spunWeaving a web of intrigueAround the sailing shipUnknown to the sailorsAs sirens and mermaids followed them home. 
***********Note:
Yarn also means the stories a sailor invents to pass time. So you see what I did here. :)
 Just another day to go.