The Siren's Code

Preface

Apparently I saved his life, I'm not quite sure how, but that will all come clear later. I just thought I'd introduce myself so when you turn the page and get into this story you know that this could happen to anyone. My story is no different from your story, ok maybe there are a few more guns, or a few less guns, maybe you don't live on a beach, but if you don't you could. Maybe you choose guys who are more interested in you – that would be clever! But it is the yearning we all have to be something. To be good, be liked, be known for something, to be having fun, falling in love, on an adventure, to just be happy – isn't that right, is it too much to ask? Obviously I also want to end poverty, bring peace to humanity and save the planet – that goes without saying.

But this story, my story, is a journey through the ups and downs of human emotion, the feelings we ride, the twists and turns we take. Like waves, we can't stop them from coming but we can choose which ones to surf and how far to take them. We are not a lone droplet of water we are part of the ocean, I'm not sure who said that.. but now I have too.

I'd love to say I'm a kick ass ninja, or that I have over 100k followers, or even over 10k followers on Tik Tok, Instagram, ANYTHING, but I'm not and I don't. In fact I don't even like social media. I use a robot to do my posts, sometimes he makes me sound a bit gushy but better than wasting my life posting pictures of me and my pretend achievements. I design apps for a living, yes I know that could be construed as morally suspect considering I don't like apps that suck my life from me, but it pays the bills and I can push pixels around the screen in varying colours and just about any country that chooses me.

Now imagine waking up one morning, feeling groggy, I mean really groggy, with the knowledge that something happened last night, but somehow the contents of which has been gouged out of your skull with a cocktail stirrer, probably the very same one that stirred your martini, yeah yeah I know what you're thinking, but actually 007 got it wrong.

Anyway, I was in need of a coffee I hadn't made myself so pulling my jeans shorts on, slowly so as not to upset my head, shoving the pockets down when I hoicked them up as they always ruck up and look odd don't they? And in doing so I found a scrap of paper with the following scrawled on:

Paradise Bungalows, Isla de Blanca, Nicaragua

Well, it would be have been good if that was what it did say, but in fact it said:

LL 12.493238, -83.389965

After plugging it into Google maps, and some fiddling around, I came up with that address. Cryptic hey? Wouldn't you want to know more...honestly?

And if you did want to know more, would you say it was following your heart, going with the flow, or just down right stupid? Whichever way, you have to admit it was a spark, the spark of an adventure and that is how I found myself on a thirty-six hour bus ride from Mexico City to Nicaragua. But I'm getting ahead of myself – Let's start where I think it all started, at the beginning. My name is Cassidy Jones, as in Butch, not the Sundance Kid. Although perhaps that's where I've always gone wrong, anyways nice to meet you, call me Cassie.