You are a siren. You live in open waters with your friends, and it's a pretty awesome life to live. The only downside to it is your choir practice; your voices always seem to attract unwanted attention, and then someone always ends up dying. One fine morning, you're sitting on the top of a rock with some of your friends, and you see a ship in the distance. Great. Just as you were about to start singing. "Ugh, whatever." Your friend, Avave, says before she begins to sing. You shrug and the rest of you start singing as well. You notice as the ship starts drifting closer to you, probably here to try and do the deed with you. Joke's on them, you're all asexual. Nonetheless, you all stare at the ship as it sails towards you, and just as you're about to dive into the water, you hear... somebody singing back? They hit the notes perfectly, and you and your friends can't help but look on in wonder as the unknown voice gets closer. When the ship is a little away from you, you can see some men leaning over the side of the ship to peer at you. One of them call out, and it sounds like the one who was singing. "Lovely voices, ladies." He comments smoothly, with a bright grin. Your friends giggle and look at each other.