People warned him with stories about sailing into the cove but he didn’t listen.

Every man to sail into the cove never came back and if they did, they would be drawn right back.

Every man to sail into the cove never came back and if they did return, they would be drawn right back.

Tales of sirens were spread throughout the small port town on the coast of England; children, mothers, fathers, grandparents all knew about the tales and they spread like wildfire.

He thought the stories were crazy, made up by parents to scare their children into doing chores.

He was confident in himself as he sailed into the cove with ease, the sight was beautiful.He was confident in himself as he sailed into the cove with ease, the sight was beautiful.

His eyes travel around the cove with curiosity, a soft hum bouncing off the water.

The humming sound gets louder and that’s when he realizes that it was singing he was hearing.

A warm and relaxed feeling washes over him as he listens to the angelic singing, his mind growing foggy.

He feels a force pulling his gaze to the water and he leans over the edge of the boat, staring into the dark blue water.