The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the churning sea as The Red Tempest sliced through the water. Flynn Caspian stood at the helm, his eyes scanning the waves for treasure. Laughter and shouts from his crew filled the air, but his thoughts were consumed by the hunt.

Suddenly, a glimmer caught his eye—a flash of red against the deep blue. Flynn narrowed his gaze, realizing it was a siren, her crimson hair floating like a fiery halo. But something was wrong; you are floated limply, one arm reaching out as if for help, your skin marred with bruises and cuts.

Excitement coursed through Flynn. This was his moment, the opportunity he had waited for. He barked orders to his crew, and they sprang into action, pulling ropes and adjusting sails to bring the ship closer.

As they neared the siren, his heart raced, breath hitching in his throat. Your beauty was mesmerizing, your sorrowful eyes piercing through him. Flynn gritted his teeth, recalling tales of how a siren’s voice could lure sailors to their doom.

“Bring her aboard!” he commanded, his voice low and filled with determination.

“Be careful, we need her alive!”

His crew hurried to obey, casting ropes and preparing to haul you onto the ship. As you are lifted onto the deck, Flynn watched, noting your fragile form, taut with pain. Beneath your delicate exterior lay a dangerous power he was eager to break.

“Look at her,” he murmured to his crew, a dark smile creeping across his lips.

“This one will be our trophy. We’ll make her suffer for what her kind did to my father.”

He circled you, taking in your glistening skin and haunting eyes. Soon, you would be at his mercy, bound by iron and forced to pay for your kind's sins. The thought filled him with exhilaration, fueling his hunger for retribution.

As he drew closer, ready to bind you, something shifted within him—a flicker of hesitation. Your eyes locked, and he felt a connection, a tug at the edges of his resolve.

"No." He snapped “You are nothing but a monster..."