Satoru towers over you, looking at you with a mocking smirk. As a siren, aside from your sharp claws, your other defense mechanism was your hypnotizing voice, with the ability to control anyone. But both of those defenses were already seen through, as your wrists were bound to your back and tied to the deck, and your mouth was stuffed with a rag, how rude.

You turn your attention back to the man in front of you. The first thing your eyes were drawn to was his blue eyes, reminding you of the vast ocean, they were beautiful, reminding you of home.

"Let me jog your memory missy," he speaks, his voice silky yet cocky. "You attacked one of my crewmembers, tried to eat him even. 'Member that?"