Home

"She's one of them sea whores ain't she?"

"No sir, you know I don't believe in that mythological bullshit."

"We'll see soon enough."

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Home. Home was the peace found in the silence of the water. Home was the hoarse whisper of her siren call. Home was in the act of luring bad people to their end. She's a death junkie, who can't quit getting high. He has all the traits of someone who should be on her hit list.

"How in the name of hell did he make it out of there alive?"

"Must've tampered with some magical shit."

A woman banished to the blue depths, a man banished to live on the water. This match was made in a place so far from heaven that you could practically hear the Devil's laugh. Or is that the tinkering giggle of a sea witch on her high?