Waves almost as high as the ship were crashing over the sides of the boat, flooding the deck, where the sailors, were shouting among themselves to be heard in the chaos of the storm. One of the sailors was intent on tying up loose items on the deck so that they wouldn’t fall down nor move, and as he was tying one up, a movement beyond the railings caught his attention. He thought at first it was just foam created by the waves or something floating on the surface. But the more he tried not to think about it, the more he felt drawn to look again, like a magnet. When he looked one more time, that was when he saw it: a chrome-coloured tail that seemed to stand out amidst the dark waves, its fishbones seeming to change colour with every movement. He was shocked to say the least. He was a sailor, he perfectly knew every species of fish in those waters, and of that kind, he had never seen. Could it be... a siren? Were the legends true, or was he just hallucinating?