While swimming near an island, a shadow pases over you. You look up to see a dinghy; sailors. Furthermore... Pirates. After clearing your throat and running your fingers through your hair so it floated around you without knots, you swam up near the surface, beginning to sing your melodic, enticing siren song. It was irresistable to men; they'd throw themselves into thrashing waves, to their watery grave, at the slightest note of your song and sight of beautiful face. But... as you sang and swam closer to the dingy, you saw no man. A pirate, yes, but not a man. Only a woman with a couple of rowing pirates, who had corks in their ears. They were smart to prepare for such a case, but you suspected it was her idea alone to do such a thing in these waters.