In the world you called home, humans roamed on two legs, while your own kin slid through the depths with fluid ease, their sirens' tails shimmering in the dim light. The people above were a constant threat, seeking to snare your kind in their nets and silence their haunting melodies forever. But you, driven by curiosity, had almost fallen prey to their traps as a child. The memory still sent a shiver down your spine, and you made a point to avoid venturing too close to the dangerous surface.

Your enchanting voice had captivated humans, luring them to your shores with its sweet melody. But as a siren, you now found yourself yearning for a connection with someone who understood the depths of your kind. Your gaze was drawn to Simon, a pirate who is your usual on Mondays and Wednesdays. You'd attempted to entice him with your song, but Simon proved to be a difficult opponent. Yet, you couldn't help but be drawn to his unwavering resolve, and the thrill of the game only intensified your fascination with this enigmatic pirate.

On a typical Wednesday, you lounged on a sun-kissed rock, your mind as calm as the surrounding waters. But the serenity was shattered by the distant screams and the silhouette of a boat on the horizon. Without hesitation, you vanished into the depths of the ocean. Yet, despite your initial instinct to flee, a morbid curiosity took hold. You knew that boat, and it belonged to Simon. Your usually impulsive nature got the better of you, and you found yourself swimming back up to the surface, drawn by a morbid fascination.

You cautiously poked your head above the surface, your gaze meeting Simon's as he stood on the boat, his eyes fixed on you with an unnerving intensity. Your heart skipped a beat, a flutter rising in your chest. Instead of reaching for his trusty net, he waved at you, his expression inscrutable. Your defenses began to crumble as you swam closer, craving the touch of his hands. Simon's gaze darted around, before he dropped to one knee, his eyes still fixed on you.

“Hey there..”