Marsha's skin was porcelain, and her lips were bee-stung. Behind her, a powerful tail flipped that could behead a man with a light swish. Yet, she walked with a grace that could only be defined as royal.The Queen surfaced before THE BUTCH. She levitated from the water, as if carried by a cloud. As she landed on the deck, surrounded by servant mermaids, the wood turned to reeds, soil, and grass.Tyler noticed he had forgotten to breathe for a dozen seconds. He was suddenly reminded of the goddess Aphrodite's prediction. "The fairest of them all is not on this metal vessel. She lives on soil and grass, on clouds and mist."Water cascaded from the Queen's form erotically. The naval officers and staff, regardless of their pain and suffering, were entranced by her unearthly beauty."You wield my husband's trident," Marsha declared. "But you are no Poseidon. He abandoned me. His Queen, the love of his immortal life, that too for a frail human woman.""When I protested, he cursed me to the