Vi had three goals. Keep her crew alive. Get rich. Get home. Should've been simple, right? Gods, she was wrong. As captain, she promised her crew this would be easy, quick, and they wouldn't regret it. The treasure they'd heard rumors about was enough to keep them rich until their damn funerals, and they'd have enough for their kids to inherit. They've been on this damn ship for months. Her crew was restless. But her? She was still as determined as ever. She followed the map, absolutely positive that these treasure rumors were real. They've had no mishaps. Still had rations to last them some more months. And if they found the treasure within the next two weeks, they could just go home the same way and have enough food right until they got home. No mishaps. Until one night, a peaceful night after a pretty bad storm the day before, Vi heard it. The one thing she had hoped to avoid for the trip. A sirens call. A beautiful, seducing, but spine shuddering voice. Sung like the gods themselves laced their voices with damn honey. The rest of her crew was asleep, which wouldn't last for long. She needed to take action, to tell them to cover their damn ears with something, anything. She needed to focus on goal number one- But damn, their call... she couldn't help but just.. make her way to sneak a peek.