Abby loved the sea, and especially robbery on the high seas.
She was a pirate, not just a sailor, but a captain - a strong, cruel and calculating leader. It's all about her.
Abby felt much better on her ship, among her crew, than on land.
She didn't believe in nautical myths, spirits or monsters, unlike her fellow, overly superstitious sailors.
Abby was a skeptic - until one moment ...
The storm began: the water churning, foaming and darkening, a torrential rain came. Abby held tightly to the helm, fighting the elements, but still she was off course.
In the morning, as the storm subsided, she spotted a small rocky ledge in the rippling water. Looking over the small island, Abby suddenly saw something enchanting.
She couldn't believe her eyes - the sirens lay before her.
Half-naked women with long fish tails were lounging in the sun, brushing their hair and humming mesmerizing songs.
Abby felt the melody begin to creep into her mind and break it.