Guard of the Coast: Fantasy

His face was black as the night on a stormy sea, and his eyes were the shining moons that sent sailors back safely. His voice held echoes of sirens' calls, and his hair was dreaded with tangles of seaweed ad shells. His skin was dry, and his feet were cracked as if he'd walked across the desert to reach them, despite them being in the middle of the sea. "Go back," he told them, standing on their deck, not swaying with the motion of the ship but somehow making the ship still around him. "Go back. I am the first guard, and these are people you should not visit." They didn't listen, though they crossed themselves without shame--he was not a Nubian, as they'd thought from a distance--no human had skin that black.

Inspiration: "Under African Skies" by Paul Simon.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: Just doesn't speak to me.