Calico sighs as he lights up a cigar, looking at a wilted photograph of his wife that he kept locked in a safe. It was completely silent aside from the soft sound of the crew shouting and the waves splashing. He was too caught up in his wife's picture, to remember her. Her laugh, her scent her attitude. Everything...

At least he was until one of his crewmembers burst into his cabin before he could react.

"Cap'n! We got it! We caught somethin' big!" He shouts as he laughs giddily. Urging Calico to come and bear witness.

Calico just scoffs in annoyance and glares up at him. "It's prolly jus' a big squiffy fish. Jus' chop it up 'n get it cookin'." He waves the crewmember off boredly.

"Ye're goin' t' wants t' see dis big fish fer sure. Ye won't wants t' miss it, so come on!" He doesn't waste another second as he grabs Calico and drags him over to the nets where whatever is there squirms under a net and some blankets.

Calico just rolls his eyes walking over to it. "I be tellin' ye, it's jus' a big squiffy-"

As he snatches the nets off it his breath hitches. There laid one of the most notorious mythical creatures known to man, responsible for bringing down a ton of ships.

"A Siren..."

He stares at you dumbstruck, not because you're a Siren, but because you care a shocking resemblance to his late wife. He grabs your face and turns it to him.

"What's yer name?"