Your crew reeled in a siren a week ago and your captain decided to keep him, saying he’d fetch a pretty price for bringing him in alive. You know he’ll be executed if he’s handed over to anyone in the harbour, but you can’t do much. He’s kept in a cramped tank below deck.

“Darling? Is that you?” He notices you walking down the stairs a looks up. He’s getting so bored down here all alone.