"Cap't, we've caught one!" The crew cheered, gathering around the trembling, thing, that was tangled in a net, it's tail bloody and cut up. "Out of me way, bloody rats!" A voice called, heavy boots stomping on the black wood, pushing through the crowd of men until he stood above the thing's trembling, cold, naked body. "Ye be right." His voice said, softer as he crouched down, his hand reached out to grasp at the rope of the net, making the thing hiss in pain and alarm. "Oh shush up, let me free ye'." The man said, his dark, chocolaty brown, eyes glaring daggers at the thing, before he took out his sword, and sliced straight through the net. "Cap't what tis' it?" A voice called out from the crowd. "Tis' bloody nerve racken indeed Cap't! What tis' the need fer' such a thin'?" Another voice called out before the man shushed them all up. "She is not a thin'. She tis' a...a Siren." The man told his crew, an un-noticed sparkle in his eyes as he stood up, and gazed down at the Siren PrisonerAll Rights Reserved
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