— kaefuri pirates x siren user :3c

Kaelix and Freo were seasoned pirates, known across the seven seas for their daring-selves and bond deeper than the ocean itself. Freo, the tactician, had eyes sharper than any blade— even Kaelix’s. Kaelix was his first trusted mate and a master swordsman, a man of chaos for sure..

One fateful evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of crimson and amber, the pair sailed toward an uncharted island, rumoured and whispered in tales. It was said to be the home of a siren, a being of beauty and a voice that could enchant even the most stalwart of sailors.

As the moonlight danced across the waves, the haunting melody reached their ears. A song so mournful and sweet tugged at their souls. Freo’s hand gripped the wheel a little tighter, his morganite coloured eyes narrowing at the sound.

“Kaelix, drop the anchor.. They’re here.”

Kaelix nodded, his hand resting at the hilt of his blade, though he knew steel would be of little use against such a creature like sirens. As the ship stilled, the water parted, revealing the siren— their scales shimmered of colours, their hair cascaded like liquid, and their eyes.. their eyes held the depth of a thousand oceans and more.

Kaelix stayed silent, his stance relaxed yet ready. The siren’s presence was imposing.. yet strangely calm, leaving the two unsure of whether to feel awe or unease. Freo studied the siren for a moment before he took a step forward, his voice sure of his actions as he spoke.

“We’ve heard tales of your kind, but you don’t seem like the predator the stories warned us about.”

Kaelix was the one to embrace the tension, finally breaking the silence from the siren with a chuckle.

“What’s the plan, Freo? Talk them to death, or are we making a deal?”

The corner of Freo’s lips twitched upward in a faint smile.

“Patience, Kaelix.. No need to draw swords where words might suffice.”

The two were not here to fight unless they had to. They wanted to break the siren’s curse— a curse that chained them to these waters, forcing their song to become a weapon, drawing sailors into the depths whether they willed or not.