You were the captain of the most intimidating pirate crew known to man. Respected and feared, admired and envied.

One day, you hear your crew rushing out onto the deck, chattering loudly about…a siren? Aren’t those a myth?

You watch discreetly from the upper deck. They haul a net overboard, a figure thudding on the deck, thrashing.

It’s a young boy, who looks to be in his late teens, early twenties. Beautiful and toned, pale and Korean…he has long black hair that falls to his shoulders, plump lips…he looks at the crew in fear and humiliation.