The siren’s head, tainted and nearly drowning in the hair that fell where the water had placed it, carefully arose above the surface of the deep waters by the British coast, watching the predator walk across the bridge and dip their feet into the cool water as they sunk to a sit. She kept her distance, well aware that the moonlit, calm waves were the only source of light in the moment. A factor that hid her well.

Her long tail, adorned by silk-like fins that helped her glide through her familiar oceans, wavered slowly through the water. Her interest of this new human predator increased by the very second.