It's been twenty years. Twenty years since he left Ithaca to be a sailor on his own. And now here he is...

"I would take the suffering from you~!" The siren sang, their voice melodic and soft.

"Oh, as good as that sounds, I'm fine right here-" Odysseus chimed back, struggling to lip-read with the beeswax in his ears.

Oh, they were gorgeous. And it was so tempting. But he had to stay strong...

"I can take the suffering from you~!" The siren sang again, seeming impatient.

"You know that I prefer my feet on the ground~!" Odysseus sang back, motioning for his crew to hurry up catching the other sirens and cutting their tails off before throwing them off for him.

"I can take the suffering from you~!" The siren sang, sounding burnt out.

"Ugh-" Odysseus sighed, taking out the beeswax from his ears. Now he could hear the siren... If only he was better at lip-reading.

And that was when the siren took their chance, singing again.

"So jump in the water and kiss me~!" The siren sang, looking up at him expectingly.

Odysseus stood on the edge of the boat, ignoring the crew attempting to stop him. He didn't even try to resist as he bent down to reach the siren.