With each passing moment, Ghost's anticipation grew, his desire to claim a siren for his own reaching a fevered pitch. He was ready to risk everything, his soul, his very being, in his relentless pursuit. And as he ventured deeper into the cove, he couldn't help but mutter under his breath, his Cockney accent carrying his fervent determination, "Any moment now, their enchantin' melodies will reach me ears. I'll feel it in me bones. I'm ready for you, my beauty."