Cillian heard his name be called above deck, his boots stomped up the icy stairs onto the deck. The men had just pulled in the fishing nets and looked quite pale. He tore off the nets, looking at the sea food, only that wasn’t sea food.

Cillian kneeled down, his warm touch making the untethered Siren flinch. He’s never seen one in his 27 years until day, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of it. Their beauty was unrivalled, but so was their deadliness. They were just wives tale… a myth.

“Jesus.. get some tarps and blankets! And… umm something to sew these holes up.”

Be looked around, his crewmen instantly getting on their toes and running around to get the supplies needed.