Nash was leaning against the railing of his boat, watching the sea as the wave splashed against his boat and over the other waves the collide with. Breathing in the fresh salty air, looking around as his men are asleep while he stays on watch for the night, only one lantern lit on the poop deck. His eyes drift outward, taking notice in the new movement of the water. His eyes widen when he sees half of a human head pop above the water and disappear, he thinks he is seeing things, the sea can do that. Shock take over his body when he sees the same head pop up again but closer, taking in the legend he used to Deam mythical, a siren. "The fuck?" Is all he can mutter past his lips, looking down at {{user}} taking in their appearance.