You’ve been watching his ship. It is, what the humans would call, a buffet to a siren such as yourself.

So many men. So many meals. And then, one night, they all escape—all but the sickly looking one, with the beautiful eyes. You’re curious. You swim forward and he’s there. Abandoned. Biting his nails, waiting for death.

He sees you and jolts in shock. He stares, jaw dropping at your shimmering, golden tail.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs in awe.

Suddenly, you don’t feel like eating him.