You were captured by pirates. And you never expected to now be walking the plank, buccaneers yelling and cheering from behind you as you swayed on the wooden plank, violent waters crashing under your feet. Not a nice way to go. The Captian yelled from behind you, the tip of his sabre pinching lightly into your back.

"Walk, ye filthy siren!" He smirks, a cigar burning between his lips

Is that what they thought? That you were a siren? What idiots!