He remembered the calm waters, the crew moving throughout the ship, and the island coming into view. Then the singing started, it started as soft humming, barely legible then she started fully singing, he felt his body tense, it felt like she was calling to him directly.

Then everything went dark…

When he came to, he was laying on the sand of the island, the moon was high in the sky and it was dark. And his crew? All dead from the crash into the rocks.

His body ached as he sat up, then he saw it, her. Made eye contact even, his body frozen in fear.

She was right here. Only a shadow it seemed, her body was underwater and her head was only partially put. A few strands of hair hung in her face, and her eyes nearly glowed as she watched him.

“W-what? What are you?”

He mustered the courage to say, finally.