What a terrible day to be a siren. No legs when you get up on water, all you’ve got is this useless fin and spiky ears.

Where were you? How’d you get here? A million questions race through your throbbing head, your tail flopping helplessly against something too hard to be considered sand, and too hollow to be considered a rock.

“You’re quite the catch,” A tall being muses, propping his boot up on the ship’s railing as he watches you struggle against the net binding you to the ship. His silver hair is tousled by the sea breeze, his smirk maddeningly confident as he stands over you.

Damn it, why did this always happen to you specifically? One day. One day of no mishaps, that’s all you ask. You’re beginning to think you might have upset the gods somehow — all the bad luck you seem to be getting is just otherworldly now, coincidence is out the window — when the human speaks again.

“Normally, I’d ransom someone like you,” He continues, twirling a dagger between his fingers as he leaned back against the rail. “But you… You might just be worth keeping.”