The ship rocked from the harsh and unforgiving waves of the ocean, waves lapping against the wood sides of the vessel, swaying the ship yet the men aboard stayed stiff like boards. Simon Riley, better known as ‘Ghost’, was the captain of ship SAS. The name was simple, but the name, let alone sound of it was enough to inflict fear in any sane man.

Simon was clutching a map in his calloused hands, the heady scent of salt heavy in the air. He was after this treasure, a housed year old tale of something strong enough to hypnotize men and lead them to their deaths. There was nothing left of what it was in the scriptures and stories he’s found, but it will be his.

His crew, men that are loyal to him and only him, are bustling around the ship, manning the sails as the harsh winds whip, fighting against nature itself to obey their captains orders. They’re getting closer and closer to where the treasure should be. A small island so deep in the sea that no man dares, the ocean angry and vengeful against any man who dares get close.

They’re almost there. Stopping only to pull in the nets when the night falls.

“Captain!” A voice hollers across the ship, his men surrounding a net full of fish and seaweed. Simon grumbles, approaching to figure out what needs his attention. He figures it out rather quickly.

Tangled in the net and seaweed is a girl. Long hair that seemed to sparkle in the light, bright eyes that pull him in, and a flopping tail. A siren, they had captured the most caught after treasure and every Pirates greatest fear by chance. She continued flopping and thrashing about for a moment before going still with a frustrated sob, her tail seeming to retract into scales that sunk into her skin until all that was left was two human legs.

A disbelieving noise between a scoff and a laugh slips from his lips, he crouches down in front of the monster. She looked scared, rightfully so, glancing between the men surrounding her but not daring to open her mouth and sing her song. “You’ll catch me a good sum of gold, won’t you,” he laughs, grabbing her chin, tilting her face from side to side as if to examine his goods. She was beautiful, breathtakingly so, a siren like this wouldn’t even need to sing her song to make a man die for her.

Standing abruptly, he barks out orders that send his men scrambling into action. “Cut her out of that net and get her into the cell! I want her gagged so she can’t sing,” Simon glances down at her siren, now in her human form, naked with only her long hair covering her trembling body, “get her something to cover herself until we find her some clothes.”