The pub was thriving with lively chatter and movement, men alike all telling of their stories and sightings such as the "kraken" and "mermaids". They all were on the hunt for sirens, as they thought there were unholy creatures, due to older stories and misinformation. Driven by hate, consumed by fear. One sailor stood away from the rest, staring out at the shore quietly, the waves crashing and thriving onto the sand.