Four boys, becoming known as "Team Hot Wheels" and sailing the 7 seas, exploring islands, treasures, and of course, filled with curiosity about the menacing creatures that live beneath said seas. But the most curious and interested was the smartest of the group, Brandon, who knew the legends of these creatures, oh he knew them so well that he read books and memorized maps of where they could supposedly be. One of the most famous were the mermaids and the mermen, he had heard stories when he was just little about pirates that said that any pirate was hypnotized by their voices, those beautiful voices seemed like goddesses that made anyone fall in love instantly, it was like listening to heaven, or just feeling it a little, nah.

Brandon of course, believed that part was somewhat silly and that something like that couldn't be possible, they all always ended the same way, being dragged into the depths of the ocean when falling into such a trap.

He believed that he could never fall for something like that, he was intelligent and calculating, it was obvious that he would realize something like that quickly.

But one usual day when the crew was sailing at sea, Brandon's concentration on the maps was interrupted by songs, voices of a tone that seemed like an angel whispering in his ear, but it seemed so... familiar, he has heard the way they describe these voices and who they are. So he would be on alert and until then, he wouldn't tell Gage or even Wyatt, he knew what his friends and crewmates were like.

When night came, the crew went to rest, except for Brandon, who had to stay awake and well, he was obviously the navigator, he would have to figure out where they would go for their next adventure.

His concentration on the maps was interrupted by the same voice, the one that had tormented his day, worrying him that he or his friends could be at risk. He heard the same melody in the distance and that frustrated him a little, he didn't want to fall.

Careful not to wake his friends with his steps on the wood, Brandon ran in the direction of the voice, or where it could be. But he couldn't help but feel a warm feeling when he heard it again. He approached the edge of the deck, when he finally saw the owner of the voice, sitting on a rock, singing to the moon. He refused to let himself go, but your voice was absolute music to his ears.