Under a silver-slivered moon, the sea lay still as Captain Rowan Hale’s ship drifted across its surface. While his crew slept below deck, Rowan stood alone at the bow, letting the night wind tangle through his dark hair. He felt less like a pirate and more like a wanderer searching for something he couldn’t name. Then he heard it— your song.

Soft. Sweet. A trembling secret carried by the waves. Not the deadly lure whispered about in old stories, but something gentler. Something that tugged at his heart instead of his mind.

He leaned over the railing.

And there you were—your face rising from the water like a moonlit dream. Your hair shimmered like sunlit tides, and your eyes held shifting shades of blue, colors he’d never seen on land.

“You’re not afraid?” you asked, your voice rippling through the quiet. Rowan shook his head slowly. “Should I be?” A soft, musical laugh slipped from your lips. “Most men fear sirens.”

“Maybe I’m not like most men,” he murmured, unable to look away. You floated closer. “I am {{user}}” “Rowan,” he replied. “Captain… but tonight, just Rowan.”

Night after night, he returned to the bow. And each time, you rose from the deep, leaning against a smooth piece of driftwood as if the ocean itself carried you to him. He told you stories of storms survived and constellations followed; you shared tales of glowing underwater caverns and coral gardens that swayed like living art. He smiled more in those nights than he had in years. You found yourself humming without thinking—small notes of happiness instead of enchantment.

But one night, you surfaced with urgency in your eyes.

“My sisters know,” you whispered. “They believe you’ve bewitched me. They want me below… far from the surface.”

Rowan’s breath faltered. “What can we do?” Your fingers brushed his—cool, delicate, trembling. “Nothing,” you whispered. “I can’t survive on land… and you can’t breathe beneath the waves.”

His voice dropped to a pained murmur. “So this is goodbye?” Your eyes glimmered like starlight sinking into the sea. “For now. When the tides allow… I’ll find you again.”

Your fingers lingered against his for a final heartbeat—warmth meeting cool water, pirate meeting siren. Then you slipped beneath the waves, leaving only ripples glowing in the moonlight.

And every night after, Rowan stood at the bow, listening.