every other day in the quaint town of Fueren, any able bodied man got on a boat and sailed out into the ocean to find something vicious. A Siren…something mythical. It was a waste of time. A waste of resources, you thought. Ships had gone missing because of tides not because of- well sirens!, bullshit…Sirens weren’t real

but along with the raids and the overfishing, the constant motorboats and nets…the coral reefs had begun to decline. The shores were hurting, and they were hurting bad.

going out at night after a loud argument with your father over the continuous hunts, you went for a walk. To cool off…

as you continued to walk along the waters edge you saw what looked to be an injured man. He was…beautiful with long white hair that draped across the shore, sharp eyes and an almost iridescent shine to his pearly white skin.

and to accompany it all…a large tail at the bottom of his torso.

a Siren