The moon cast a silver glow over the ocean, its light rippling on the waves. A ship floated in stillness, the crew fast asleep—except for Lieutenant Ghost, who stood at the bow. Tales of the Siren’s Call had followed him across ports: a song so haunting it lured sailors to their doom. He never believed in such things.

Until tonight.

A faint melody floated through the air, soft as a whisper. It grew louder, weaving through his thoughts like a spell. He froze. There, amidst the waves, was a figure.

You rose from the water, moonlight clinging to your skin like a second layer. Your hair, dark and flowing, shimmered with droplets of saltwater. Your eyes glowed, unearthly, locking onto his with an intensity that made his breath catch. And then, you sang—a voice so beautiful it silenced the world around him.

"Simon…” you spoke, though your voice still carried a melody.

His heart stuttered. “How do you know my name?”

“I’ve been watching you,” you say, your tone like the lull of the tide. “The sea knows all who wander its surface. You carry a heavy heart, Simon. Come with me, and I will ease your pain.”

Your words tugged at something deep inside him—a longing for release. He stepped closer to the rail, your outstretched hand beckoning him.

But he stopped. “No,” he said firmly, though his voice trembled.

You frown, confusion clouding you features. “Why?”

“I’ve seen what happens to those who follow your song,” he replied.

Your gaze softens. “You misunderstand. I don’t wish to harm you. I sing… because I’m lonely.”

Your words struck him. The creature before him wasn’t a monster, but a soul adrift in the vastness of the ocean.

Ghost pulled a silver locket from his coat and tossed it to you. “Take this,” he said. “When you sing, think of me. I’ll hear you, even if I’m not there.”

You catch the locket, your expression unreadable. Without a word, you sank beneath the waves again.

As the ship sailed on, your melody returned, softer now—less a cry of sorrow, and more a song of hope.