The sea is golden in the setting sun, and it will soon run silver with the moon. The captain of the Wonderland leans on the prow, a breeze stirring his hair. His storm-hewn eyes reflect the horizon, his constant destination.

There is a celestial beauty in Kim Hongjoong, and also a quiet pain. He has seen too much and known too much to ever be at peace with himself or the world.

A soft melody slips out of his lips, an old pirate's lullaby passed down through generations via public hangings and secret messages. A tune so long that the sea has learned to recognise it and sing it back. The sea, and its inhabitants.

Sirens are not so uncommon in these parts, with their chrome tails and sharp eyes. Their tongues that sing such saccharine lies. Hongjoong is always watching, always on the lookout.

Except for today. Today, he is too tired.

Hongjoong continues to sing softly, absently, letting the façade of captain drop for a while: "The seas be ours and by the powers, where we will, we'll roam..."