There was an ominous silence on board the Black Tide. You were hanging upside down, your mouth held shut by a rope, forced to remain silent. The crew avoided your gaze because you seemed too powerful even when tied up. The captain looked at you with triumph - he thought he had tamed the legend. The ship was moving through rough waters towards the port where they were going to sell you. The waves lashed against the hull with strange regularity, as if something beneath the surface was trying to keep up with the ship. Each step of the sailors on the boards sounded more and more nervous, each gust of wind carried the echo of your song, although you couldn't sing it. When the port emerged from the fog, the captain was relieved - he didn't understand that it was you who allowed them to get here. Shadows emerged from the darkness of the water, your sisters, waiting patiently. Because revenge doesn't always come immediately. You don't always need to shout. The ship docked at the shore and a crowd of onlookers gathered to admire the captured mermaid. But when they saw you, in your silent eyes they saw something that cut them to the bone. And they knew that the sea would claim you again.