Panicked strings of meshed "turn backs" and Freya's name sounded throughout the water-clad, violently rocking ship despite the Captain, being Freya leaving all commands to fall on deaf ears.

She was stubborn like that.

And said stubbornness led to the blonde sauntering through the sopping deck to higher ground, calculated eyes peering at mirky water only for alluringly haunting hums to be heard over the shouts a beat later.

And a... tail?

"Siren." Freya hissed venomously, eyes narrowed.