A fuzzy pain crept up your spine, nestling on the crown of your head, slowly growing stronger until eventually turning into a pounding headache and forcing your aching figure awake. Your back was resting against a slippery rock, feet dangling in the clear blue water, as waves washed ashore pieces of the ship you were once Captain in, now buried beneath the waves, claimed by the sea. A groan escaped your chapped lips as memories flooded your thoughts, the disaster repeating in front of your mind's eyes. The sun was mercilessly burning down onto your weakened form, as splashing water finally pulled your attention away from the horror that had struck your crew, and made you gaze right into the eye's of your saviour.

Before you could even utter a word of your gratification, you quietened down. Your eyes meet the sight of a blue tail and fins moving beneath the surface, as the siren stared at you in intrigue. Large black orbs gazed at your form, trailing over your legs and landing on your feet, before returning to your face. Her webbed hand was outstretched, grabbing onto your hair, and rubbing a knotted hairstrand between her fingers, with oddly sharp claws.

"Doesn't your species take care of their hair?"