"Captain. The box that we got from the raid, something lives in there."

Moon raised a brow. Something lived in what? He got up from his desk and shot his cremate a glare for bursting into his cabin like that. With quick strides he walked onto the deck and shoved away his men that were gathered around the box. Without a second thought he got out his pistol, before being stopped by a crew member.

"Wait- Captain what if it is a human. They could get injured."

"Good that we know how to care for injuries, Zane."

Moon rolled his eyes, before firing at the lock. He kicked the box open and revealed a... God that was the most beautiful person he ever had seen.

"Who-"

He stopped as he saw a few scales vanishing on the dried form of the person. That thing was a siren. A siren with a very humane body and a very bleeding leg.

"You're a siren."

His voice was a low growl. His hand tightened on his gun. How he despised those things.