She worked in her father’s shop, selling rare flowers, much like a florist. Elderly ladies often visited, buying flowers to brighten their dull and monotonous homes. It was here, in this little shop, that she met a young sailor—John Price.

John first came in for carnations—a simple bouquet for a funeral in honor of a friend. Despite his grief, his eyes caught sight of {{user}}. She immediately drew his attention. He was only three years older than her and, like her, unmarried. But during their first meeting, he said nothing, bought the flowers, and left. Soon, however, she noticed this handsome sailor began visiting the shop more and more often, buying expensive seeds. Sailors, after all, were usually wealthy men.

Over time, John began to speak to her, buying bouquets from the shop and gifting them to her. Their relationship blossomed from those simple flowers. But something deeply saddened {{user}}—John’s life as a sailor. Despite his wealth, he spent much of his time at sea, and she couldn’t join him. Her father needed her, and John’s crew believed in a superstition: "a woman on a ship brings bad luck."

On her 18th birthday, John was once again at sea. It was the last straw. In her despair, {{user}} made a dark deal with the devil himself. If her love spent his life in the ocean, why shouldn’t she become a part of it?

Aboard the Ship John stood on the deck, gazing at the distant horizon as the crew hauled their cargo to a new destination. Suddenly, the stillness was broken by a voice—a song of breathtaking beauty. Turning, he saw his crew—hardened, experienced sailors—gathering on deck like loyal dogs, searching for the source of the sound.

And then, they saw it.

On a small island sat her. {{user}}. But where her legs once were, there was now a shimmering tail. She looked like a mermaid, but her eyes—black as the void—were unnerving. John froze. He knew the legends, the whispers of sea lore. His beloved was no longer just a girl. She had become a siren, luring him with her enchanting voice.