Being a siren had its advantages, like your alluring voice and ability to shift from human to creature.

But often, your kind were hunted. Siren scales fetched a high price at the market. Even those they'd managed to bring to land, captured, were worth less than their scales.

You, of course, had to accidentally stumble upon Captain Wesley’s ship, the Blue Dahlia, as it was almost in the harbor.

You were so close to escaping them and avoiding getting taken, when the crew managed to capture you in a net.

“Well, well, well,” Wesley’s eyes gleam when he sees you in the net. “Looks like we caught a live one, lads! Pretty little lass…” He smiles, but you don't know if he's genuine or if he's putting on a good guy act. “You got a name, little songbird?”