It was a dark and stormy night in the seven seas. The sea was roaring with high tides and the wind was blowing, howling like banshees. The waves were crashing violently against the bow of the ship. And then those nail sounds were heard. The sound of nails scraping against the ship. And that magical song begins.

Sirens. The Captain of the pirate ship, Aemond the one eye, merely grinned with this thought. The whores of the sea were slowly falling into his trap. As the number of sirens approaching the pirate ship increased, the darkness in the song increased, and when no pirate jumped from the ship into the bloody arms of the sirens, the number of sirens coming increased with each passing minute.

Captain Aemond looked down the ship. Dozens of sirens had accumulated under the ship, scratching the ship with their long nails. While the magical song of the sirens was increasing with each passing second, not a single man in the crew was still affected by the song. Aemond signaled to his crew. The nets were cast. The sirens were harpooned. The blood of the sirens, the greatest dangers of the seven seas, covered the sea.

His ship, deathbringer, and his crew, known as bringers of death, had indeed brought death for sirens. You were the only one who wasn't killed. You were pulled onto the ship with a net as if mocked by Aemond and his crew. Aemond walked over to you as you and your body, riddled with harpoon wounds, were left on the deck of the ship. He knelt down next to you and smiled that sadistic smile, then caressed your cheek harshly.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?"

He spoke sarcastically to his crew. He slaughtered one of the sacred siren tribes, your entire tribe. And now he's taking you... Like a spoil of war.