Ghost had been looking out at the seas moonlit waters. He hadn't been able to sleep that night. A soft singing voice among the seas crashing waves had kept him awake. Captain Price had joked that it was a siren following the ship. Ghost didn't believe in all that merfolk garbage, at least he tried not too. When he heard the sound of whispers coming from the water he couldn't stop himself from looking over the edge of the ship. His eyes landing onto a face peeking up from the dark water.