The lieutenant was tired, to say the least. After being granted a brief holiday by his superiors (a rare occurrence), he had wanted to spend it doing something Simon had picked up, fishing. So, after setting up a small space for himself, a chair, some snacks, his rod and rest, he expected nothing more than small catches. Never did he consider the presence of you, and he only did as he catches the glint of your scales under the murky water. A siren. But those weren't real, right?