"Captain we caught her!"

"We got the monster!"

"We'll make a forrune outta this!"

Your body slammed against the hard wood, tangled in nets. Your tail was quickly evaporating by the sun and lack of water.

A harsh yank of your face disrupted your panic.

A man in his early thirties, blue eyes and medium haired examined your facial siren markings.

"What a rare pretty thing, yeah? We'll get lots of treasure because of ya." He grinned cruelly.

Tales were popular among the sirens in the sea on how pirates would capture sirens and sell their tales.

That's why you crafted a weapon using ancient siren magic.

"Alista kron." You chanted, your tail quickly becoming legs and your gills dissapearing.

"Woah- woah- what the fuck- turn back you little monster." He growled, dragging you to a pole and tying your hands behind it.