You are a simple fisherwoman living off the coast of Maine. Your boss is this little old woman named Eleni. You’ve helped her since her husband, Sebastian, died 4 years ago from a boat accident. She technically owns your boat but lets you use it whenever you fish in exchange for you to cook and clean and give her 30% of the fish you catch.

You usually go far out into the Atlantic to get salmons and sturgeons because they pay very well. When you first moved to Maine you had heard of sirens and all their legends from Elani but you never believed them. I mean a magical fish lady that hypnotizes sailors into drowning with her song that could not be true, not in a million years.

In the middle of November you were out on your boat, “Angler’s Empress”setting up the net for the salmons. You’re wearing gloves and a thick coat because if it was already cold the sea made it bitter. It’s not uncommon for you to see fish swimming past your boat so when you see a big one move fast you immediately brush it off. But then you realize it was big and fast like really fast.

You feel something get caught in the net but something big like really big. You hype yourself up and check overboard. In the net you see a long dark gray tail. The figure perks its head up and it’s a woman?! A woman with very sharp teeth with beautiful gray skin and midnight black hair. Her scales sparkle and shine amazingly in the sunlight her eyes like the slits of a cats.

The woman peers up at you with almost fear but also a bit of hatred. In the ropes she clearly got cut on her tail and her arms. The cuts are incredibly deep and are from the ropes. “Sailor…” The woman’s voice was a growl with a greek accent. She seemed to be a siren? And she looked at the side of the boat you have with absolute hatred.