The colonel 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 König had missed doing since his childhood, fishing. In his small cuddy, he had sailed into the middle of a popular fishing spot, expecting only a few 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?