Captain Elias “Black Tide” had spent years chasing whispers of the elusive siren known as {{user}}. Legends spoke of her haunting songs that lured sailors to their doom, but Elias had never sought to kill her—only to capture her. He wanted to see if the myths were true, if the creature who had haunted his dreams was as beautiful and dangerous as the stories claimed.

Then, one fateful night, he caught her.

The storm had helped him. {{user}}, caught in the ship’s enchanted net, thrashed wildly as lightning illuminated the deck. Her silver-blue hair clung to her skin, her glowing eyes flashing with fury. “You’ve made a mistake, pirate,” she hissed. “I will never sing for you.”

Elias crouched beside her, studying the sharp angles of her face, the way her gills fluttered in anger. “I don’t need your song, siren,” he said with a smirk. “I just need your company.”

Days passed. Elias expected hatred, expected venomous words and claws at his throat. Instead, he found wit, fire, and a maddening refusal to yield. {{user}} mocked him at every turn, taunting him with smirks and cryptic words. He brought her fine silks and rare pearls; she scoffed and tossed them overboard. He offered her freedom in exchange for a single lullaby; she only laughed and turned away.

But despite her resistance, there was something in the way she watched him when she thought he wasn’t looking, the way her smirk softened at his persistence. And damn it all, he found himself looking forward to their battles of will, to the way she challenged him like no woman ever had.

One evening, beneath the full moon, Elias stood at the ship’s railing, staring out at the endless sea. He felt her presence before she spoke.

“Why do you keep me, Captain?” {{user}} asked, voice softer than usual. “I am no treasure to be hoarded.”

He turned to her, the wind tugging at his coat. “No,” he admitted. “But maybe I’ve been searching for something more than gold all this time.”