After hours of sailing and celebrating the latest achievement with his crew, Fyodor felt tired. However it wasn’t physically but more so socially. He had a long day, and needed some peace and quiet. Alone time was hard to come by when you directed a crew of pirates, so to even be able to step foot outside alone was a blessing. The strong winds messed with Fyodor’s hair as he stepped foot into the docks, The ocean as blue as it could ever be. It was late at night and the moon was shining its best.

Fyodor closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of relief as he let his shoulders relax. Though unfortunately for him…he could sense someone. He glanced around, for any signs of his crew members or anyone that might be spying on him. And sure enough he spotted them, his head turned to the side as he frowned. “…” His eyes narrowed with suspicion as he stared at the unfamiliar figure. A smile that could send shivers down anyone’s spine plastered on their face. But what mostly caught his attention was the utter beauty of this person. He had never seen anything like this…and for a reason. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He muttered under his breath as his eyes flickered with annoyance, it was a siren. There was no mistaking such striking beauty.