Late Night Thoughts and Other Things

Alternate Universe

There was a boat nearing. It was small, probably made for checking what was up ahead.
I dove under the calm waters and ushered my friend Jasmine up to the surface. We sat on the large rock together and waited for the boat to get closer. Once it was close enough for the men aboard to hear us, we began talking.
"Don't be silly Jazz, men aren't as good swimmers as girls! It's genetic." I said loudly.
"I guess you're right. Not a single man I have ever met could swim as well as me." She replied. The two men were whispering as they always do.
"Hey! Men can swim just as well if not better than women!" One shouted. His friend agreed.
"Then swim over here and fight me." I shouted. Both men quickly jumped into the water and swam over to us. Jazz and I flashed a fang toothed smile and jumped into the water. The pair wasn't ready for our sharp claws or superior strength. They tried to fight as we forced them under water over and over.

After a few minutes both were dead. Jasmine grabbed one as did I. We swam under the red tinted water and back to our clan. Dinner was served.

Authors note: this is based on the idea that sirens can't sing for shit but lure men to their death by insulting them.