Sirens drowned pirates. Pirates hunted sirens. It was an endless cycle, a universal truth.

So why in gods name was there a pirate on a rock close to your home reef, singing a song of the sea, tunes known only to sirens.

And not only that, the pirate was singing a mating song. And you’d deny how tempting that boy was till the day the ocean reclaimed you but dear lord-

-Just what was that confounding pirate doing?