The ship moved through the waves of the darkened ocean, the chill in the air enough to keep you and your remaining crew awake. You couldn’t quite recall how long you’ve been away from your kingdom, had it been ten years? Twenty?

The treacherous sea loved to play tricks on you, which was unfortunate due to your esteemed status as captain. You couldn’t afford to be tricked or to be caught off guard; you were the voice of leadership and the crew needed your guidance.

“Hey!” An agitated voice called to you from behind, eliciting a sigh of disinterest from your lips. “Hey, captain! Let me out!”

You turned, eyes immediately finding the owner of the voice. It was a male siren, a rare one that you had the fortune of capturing. After the run in with him and his fellow sea brethren, you learned you would have to traverse through Scylla’s lair in order to return home. What better way to ensure the right path than to capture the siren who seemed to know where to go?

“You can’t just keep me in this net!” He scowled, eyes dark as he glared daggers at you. Unfortunately for the siren, he wasn’t so threatening now that he had given up trying to lure you with his voice.

Whatever plans he had of escape, you just had to make sure they weren’t completed.