A/N this is my first Voltron FanFic! My old account is… really dismal. I made a lot of ToTA stuff (if you know what that fandom is) I made this off of a request from my friend, and I WILL finish this, believe me! It nots gonna be uber long (at least I hope not) and i hope you enjoy it!~

The sky was lit with starling streaks of thunder, arcing and branching across the wrought iron sky, clouds bringing down with fleets of sharp rain. The ocean turmoiled, broiling with anger at the small ship tearing through the dark waters of the Atlantic, trying its best to break the hull but to no avail.

Across the deck of the Castle-one of the fastest and strongest ships on the archipelago-crew and captain alike raced around in the torrents of water, lowering sails and reigning in any cloth before it was shredded in the storm.

Standing at the prow, feet planted firmly into the deck and hands clutching the spokes of the wheel was the ship's captain, Allura of continent Altea, using her mastery of the waters to try to tame the wild winds.

Her billowing white hair had been freed from its ponytail, strands now whipping around and sticking to her face as she barked at her first mate Lance McClain planted right at her side as he usually was. The Cuban beauty himself was furiously trying to tie down one of the sails in vicious arm movements, even as the rope kept being ripped from his grasp by the lurching of the deck.

In short, everything was in absolute chaos.

Survivable, but not without injury.

Amid the haze of darkness and screaming, wild red hair frolicked in the gusts as the ship's master Coran threw himself heavily against the mast, a chunk of wood hurling itself close to the altean and nearly impaling him.

"Captain! We lost first sail!" The redhead screamed into the wind.

"I'm tryin' everything' I can, but it's not gonna hold like this!"

Two of the shipbuilders scurried to the longboats, reaching in and pulling out a young crew member who had fallen in. Just in time, for just as they did so, the ship lurched to the side and the boat was lost in a quick snap of the ropes, tumbling into the water and being consumed.

Lance stopped to examine the boys condition before running towards a figure that was gripping tightly onto the railing, trying desperately to retain his balance.

"Garrett! We need you at the mast!"

He grabbed onto the soaked clothes of the young adult, hauling him away from the position and back onto the center deck, where he promptly coughed up the water that had been flooding his mouth.

The ships cook, Hunk Garrett, now having regained some semblance of composure, immediately went to work helping secure the supplies in case the vessel decided to take a dip.

Lance had run back up towards the prow and was yelling back and forth with Allura over the sound of rain and lightning, both teeming with fear for the crew.

"I can't control the waves; it's like… it's like they're ignoring me entirely. I can't even feel the ocean anymore!" Allura was yelling at the boy.

Allura was known as one of the last Alteans of her kind; the first and supposedly only kind to have control over the tumultuous waters of the seven seas. Her abilities had given them a great deal of help on their journey, though her markings had now lost their shine and had become dull on her face.

"Alright then! Well just have to ride the storm out, keep the crew tied down!" Lance yelled back.

Just then, a despairing cry rang out.

"Man overboard! Man overboard!"

"Shit."

Lance lurched over the railing and somehow landed successfully, immediately sprinting in the direction of the screaming voice. A crewman was pointing at a sailor spluttering in the waves, trying to stay afloat and not get dragged under.

"Get me some rope!" Lance yelled.

Hunk was the first to find a lengthy piece, and threw it into the water at the outstretched hands of the woman. After some flailing, she grabbed on tight.

"Alright Hunk! Pull with all you got bud!"

The yellow- clad cook nodded and began pulling with all his might at the flimsy twine, dragging the woman closer and closer to them. Just as she reached her hand out, Hunk saw something skim the surface of the water, barely visible but bright enough to stand out against the dreary background.

Red.

Bright red.

The kind of red you would find in blood and wax stamps, and…. On mermaids. It was definitely a tail he had seen, and it must've been attached to a wily siren, dangerous creatures who could coax the sky and sea into a rage with their voices.

After the sailor was safely aboard Hunk whipped around and latched onto lances shoulder, eyes lit with realization.

"Lance, there's a siren down there! That has to be why Allura can't use her Sea Charming!" He sputtered to the first mate.

Lance immediately understood.

"Allura!" He bellowed. "We have a siren on our hands. Get the harpoons!"

Up above, the pearl-haired captain wrestled with the wheel.

"HARPOONS!" She ordered. Her hat flew away with an especially sharp gust. "Starboard!"

Several people who heard the orders broke away from the quarrel they were having with the ships parts and fell towards the armory, grabbing sharp-tipped harpoon launchers capable of piercing a whales hide. Slipping across the deck, they positioned themselves in a line, waiting for another shimmer of red.

Hunk himself stood at the end of the line, looking for the bright color. A little ways away, near the backside of the ship he saw a crimson fin glide along the water.

"There!" He cried.

His stomach churned.

What would the beast look like? Would it have poison fangs; slits for eyes?of course those were just legends, and although he didn't normally buy into those things he had never had any evidence to prove they were false.

No whistles we're heard as the harpoons sailed through the rain, cutting through the drops. Only a sharp, high pitched scream was heard as the missile hit with target. Before the creature could pull away, the men began tugging at the rope tied to the shaft, reeling in the wriggling hybrid.

More cries of pain came burbling from the surface, and already a remarkable change in weather was settling down.

The winds had slowly begun to dial back to a gentle breeze, and the water, though still rough, was becoming somewhat manageable for the captain.

As they hauled the siren closer to them, Hunk looked away as red blood stained the top of the water. The cries seemed to be getting even more human too; young, almost, like that of an adolescent male.

There was a thunk as the body collided with the side of the ship, and Hunk hoped the barnacles hadn't scarred the creature too badly; he wouldn't wish anyone to feel the shredding pain of the tiny nuggets. The sailors hauled with even more effort, the load becoming more of a hassle to tug up.

Soon, the tail surfaced.

It was a beautiful masterpeice, a deep crimson shade with shimmering scales coated in amber and scarlet. Hunk held his breath as he saw the wound the harpoon had made, puncturing the thing's tail painfully.

He waited in silence as the shipsmen dragged the rest of it up… and gasped both in horror and awe. He had expected a grisly sharp-toothed monster with venomous eyes to be attached to the tail, but instead saw the delicate features and body sculpture of a teen boy, only maybe a year or two older than him. He had passed out from loss of blood, but even in such a state he was, in short words, really handsome.

Black hair that seemed to be about to his neck when dry was plastered to his face, framing sharp features and beautiful face sculpture. Upon further inspection, it appeared he did not have sharp teeth, but hunk was very sure he would use them later as weapons.

Lance stood aside in awe, silent from either shock or guilt.

"My god."

Some of the men dropped the harpoons in shock, while others held them to the side.

"It's just beautiful lies!" One of the men shouted.

"He looks… defenseless."

"That's what he wants."

"Don't be so cliche, Warren!"

A few turned to look at Allura from above.

"Captain?" They questioned.

With a deep breath she locked onto the gazes of the crew.

"Get him into my cabin and put him in the tub. Remove the harpoon if you can; he's valuable alive," She advocated.

Hunk couldn't help but stare. Someone-something this beautiful could really be so dangerous? But after all, he guessed appearances could be deceiving. He would know. But even as the siren was dragged away, he felt a pang of sorrow in his stomach.

"Lance I-"

"Hush, Bud. I know." his friend patted his shoulder. With a silent state of sympathy for Hunk's continuous extended kindness, Lance followed the array of men lugging the siren into the quarters, barking for them to be delicate with the boy.

Hunk watched silently, timidly.

He could have sworn he saw a flash of green in the water