It was dark, and you were setting up camp for the night, your ship standing tall next to the island you stood at.

You couldn't sleep on your ship because in this sea, there was a siren, so you took it safe and decided to not sleep and possibly drown.

While you had your back turned, setting up a tent, you felt someone.. Something.. Watching you.

It wasn't like a human presence, it was much.. Much.. Bigger.

It was Cala Maria, who, before you could turn to look at her, quickly swam back to her cave.

—"That little sailor is adorable.." The siren murmured as she arrived in her cave, which wasn't to far away from your camp. Yet, you couldn't see her, but she could see you.