A cold, stormy night on this ship... 1876, many passengers were seasick, some dying from disease, others having a great night drinking rum and singing old songs. Though the ones dancing were only men, they had a great time. singing "America here we come! We come!" taking another sip of rum not worried about the ones who weren't there. They didn't seem to care enough. As the night went on, the ship sailed a long way, the captain ordered the men to bed. The men were unhappy, they wanted to drink and dance longer into the night. The captain told them there was always tomorrow and that they must hurry because the cold stormy waves were growing too large and soon will flood the first deck of the ship: where the men were enjoying themselves. The men sighed and cleaned up their messes and headed back to bed to find their wives asleep. The captian noticed one man left a full unopened bottle of rum out so the caption took it to the captians deck for "safekeeping" Once the captain got to the captain's deck he placed the bottle on the table next to the controls, he told himself to keep it till tomorrow but the feeling of needing to drink it was eating him alive. He walked back to the table and slowly opened the cap of the glass bottle. Just then as he was about to pour himself a glass he heard the soft, melodious, dare I say hypnotizing hum of a woman. He finds it beautifully creepy, he calls out "Whose there?!" He looks around inside the captain's deck but soon realises no one is there. "It must be one of the men's wives." He goes back to his rum and pours himself a small glass. After a few minutes he heard the hum again but this time it was.. stronger, more powerful you could say. He felt some sort of a desire to find this voice. He walked outside the deck and called out "Where are you, my love?" No answer arose. He walked to the edge of the ship, sadly looking at the water wishing he know where the voice was coming from. The voice then sang out "I'm here my love, in the water. Just in and we can be together." He was in love, completely hypnotized. He yelled, "But where are you?" "I'm here my love, waiting for you." The voice said. Without a doubt, he jumped into the crashing, cold, and stormy waves. Salty and scary. Strong and powerful. The voice sang "You fool, you shouldn't have done that" The captain was confused but couldn't talk with the salty seawater in his mouth. The voice came out of the shadows and showed herself, a siren. She sang "Time to go my jolly sailor bold~for all now we shall be together" The caption was scared, confused, but most of all betrayed. The same betrayal.

She pulled him under the water, his lungs filled with water, Drowning. His lungs were on fire, burning. Then it was black, nothing.

It was over. He drowned in the fire.

Sirens are often mistaken for evil, they swim through the waves of the sea just like the other creatures. some living in, some reaching the shore and some Hiding within the depths of the ocean, some wailing to be found, some remaining quite for thy better, but the only thing that makes Sirens different from the others is that they have a target unlike the others, they wail not to be found but to find, those who are willing to jump in the strong waves risking their lives are the one's they seek. But those are smart and remain on the deck, those who seem to have no effect of our voices on them, but we have deeper voiced sirens for that, they shall come to the waters and become one, one of us, one for us they shall come down one day, for that we shall wait, wail, shout and sing as loud as we can for that one day when all of them have been captured in our eyes, for when all of them have been sinked into the abhys of the ocean, for when our voices take control as they loose theirs, for when we hunt instead of seek.

Sitting on the shore overlooking the blue while the continuous waves brush upon her tail. the sea was looking more majestic that day, it was looking even more lonely. It was just Her and the sea. Memories are like waves, they come and hit you gently giving you shivers down your spine while the people in those memories get lost somewhere in the waves.

Her memory was that which couldn't be forgotten nor forgiven but she wasn't looking for forgiveness she was still bound to be by the ocean, she belonged there it was her home, a very comfortable as the oceanic water did all for her, it helped her stay afloat for when she needed it, helped her become who she was destined to be, helped her learning the secrets which hid in the waters before she became one of the secrets , never did it betray her, alway there surrounding her as humans were desperate for air all she needed was water, but for now all she needed was to be one of them again. She was the daughter of the sea just like the others but a bit different , she had the longest hair, the most majestic tail so sharp that cuts through the water, and a golden voice which no one can resist. The water never made her overwhelmed, it was relaxing in some way, never did it reject her. It wasn't Her and the sea, it was Her and her sea.

Who is this "her" you may ask, she is the finest of all traders, the smartest of all people, and the richest of the all, but what makes her special is her voice, which outstands her. Her voice, she has a voice deeper than where light reaches the ocean. So powerful and so strong it could drive everyone to have a desire of hearing it again. She is enchanting, electric, magnetic and everyone knew that. She lives in the shadows, lives as an illusion with a feeling of reality. She is often racing sharks and following ships until they're found broken and abandoned, all for her to have. She swims through the cold and strong water avoiding the possibility of it consuming her one day. Her home could be her death. She lived with others, many of her kind but often was found alone, left by her own people because some secrets are better not said or heard. Trust takes a long time to build but a second to shatter. For now she swims alone, goes through it alone, and even sits on the shore once in a while.

She is aware that she is always welcomed, but wherever she goes the feeling follows, whoever she's with, she's somehow always alone. But the love of the sea for her never dies, it never fails her and she will follow the path she's born to choose.

Afterall she is born with ocean through her viens. She will seek again.

They lived together under the oceanic water, humming and singing in hopes of leading another sailor right into their trap where they never seem to fail, their voices are more than capable of taking control of the minds of the sailors, their eyes capable of capturing one's future and manipulating it in their own desires. Twisting their own words to manipulate others.Their hands and tails are poisonous, one touch and you're lungs will be on fire, forgetting how to breathe leaving you drowning the next moment. They are aware of the power they hold, and their intentions which are evil but nothing in this world should be perfect there is a god because of the evil, they simply maintain the difference. They don't know their name, they don't know how they look, some say they can't feel but she does, she feels, she sings her feelings allowing the water to take control of HER emotions. She let's go of what's hurting her yes, she feels pain, she feels hurt and she is indeed beautiful. She has ocean eyes, as if she has the whole ocean captured in her eyes. Her tail the perfect shade of blue and grey mixed so well that its nearly perfect. She lures the most sailors and is the quickest to understand what's going on when something is wrong. She isn't necessarily loved by her people but she brings great luck and attracts the most. She is well aware of the importance others hold but doesn't have her own. She swims alone but loves her own company. she has no proper home, she just sinks and sinks and swim when she's awake. She thinks of herself as lost, one of the Lost sirens she believes that the sea is the place for all the lost ones, as a siren she might seek sailors but from the inside she has only ever seeked love...love the most twisted curse of all..."is what she truely seeked". Sometimes your own feelings can turn on you, and the worst part is...you won't even notice until you're destroyed from the inside. it eats you alive, makes you impatient, and hostile towards your own.

love makes you feel special and wanted, and when It's not there it leaves you craving the feeling again, making you desperate for wanting love, even if it hurts you, you will yet still want it. want it so bad that it leaves you in despair Letting you pack things up on your own. It's a heartwarming yet shattering feeling. Something which takes you on the top of the world and push you down in an instant is love. Love can be as deep as the ocean yet as scary and dark as latter can get. It can be rewarding yet it can take you apart, That is love.

She Thought she needed Love

"Love is what she truely seeked"