Ever since Will Solace was a young siren, he would slip to the surface of the Seas of Apollo in the middle of the night every day. Leaning against his favorite rock, he would look up at the stars glittering against the dark blanket of the night. Using his fingers, he'd trace his favourite constellations so carefully, almost as though he thought they'd fall; using his eyes, he'd try to focus on the iridescent glitter of a faraway planet. Sometimes, he would even take out the metallic tube - the telescope, he corrected - and take a peek of the stars that were too shy to shine in the view of the naked eye.

One night, he had just been observing the faraway star (oh, wait. The book said it was a planet called Pluto) when something in the corner of his telescope caught his attention. Alarmed, he set down his telescope on the rock and sank below the surface of the water.

Cupping his ears, he listened carefully to the sounds that grew louder.

A ship.

Just then, his stomach growled, reminding Will that he hadn't had a meal in a few days now. Apparently, humans had started to avoid this area because of nasty rumors being spread. So why was there a ship, not to mention that it was in the dead of the night?

Curious, Will strained his ears slightly to listen more carefully this time. Seven...no, eight. There are eight humans on board the ship. That was strange. Usually, ships from the royal navy had about 50 to a hundred members on board. Even pirate ships usually had crew with members coming close to twenty. (Well, except for the ship that only had two humans on it. Seriously, they were asking to be eaten.)

Will's stomach growled again as he started to get excited. He already had a plan in mind: he would sing the sailors to their death, and bring back their corpses to his siblings. That'll show them that he was more than ready to hunt alone! Grinning, he quickly swam back to the surface and perched on his rock.

And he began to sing.

Almost immediately, he could make out the silhouette of two sailors - one with disheveled, jet black hair, the other with closely cropped blond hair that grew out slightly - as they stumbled to the helm of the ship in an almost trance-like manner.

Smiling serenely, Will swam closer to the ship, capturing the souls of the clueless sailors as he continued to sing. He studied the sailors. Judging from the bright and exotic colors they wore that seemed to come from all over the world, they were probably pirates. Rich ones, too! - their clothes seemed to be made out of pretty expensive material, as far as Will could tell.

Will almost couldn't believe his luck when a third joined the hypnotized duo. This one had black eyes and - oh dear. Very, very heavy eye bags. To further prove that this poor soul was lacking sleep, his skin was deadly pale, contrasting with the curly black bangs that framed his face. Other than that, in Will's personal opinion, he was actually pretty handsome. (But it isn't good to play with your food, right? Oh well, what a shame.)

Will rested his shoulders on the side of the ship and looked into the eyes of the nearer two sailors. He reached out to cup their faces and lock them in his spell forever.

When suddenly, the third sailor smacked the duo hard in the back of the head.

Will jerked back, letting out a hiss of surprise. What - how did that happen? He was certain that all three sailors were under the spell of his song. Shocked, he shot a glance at the sleep-deprived sailor, who was glaring daggers at his companions.

The sailor with the disheveled hair sputtered in pain, rubbing the back of his head.

"What the hell, di Angelo!?" said the blond, as he looked angrily at the third sailor. Di Angelo.

"Congratulations, you guys almost became fish feed. And this is how you treat someone who saved your ass," the third sailor said blandly as he fished around in his pockets for something. "Seriously. I even warned you guys to be careful around this place."

The sailor with the disheveled hair looked around in confusion. "Fish? Wha - oh." he said, eyes resting on Will.

Panicked, Will quickly started singing again before the humans could do anything to him. However, the pale-skinned sailor swiftly stuffed beeswax into his companions' ears, looking thoroughly unswayed.

"Nuh-uh," he stated simply as he started to walk towards the side of the ship. Before Will could process the situation he was in, two hands shot out to grab him by the sides and hurled him onto the ship.

Angry and panicked, Will started to thrash fiercely in the sailor's strong grip, face morphing into his feral side - his jaw opened wide, revealing long, sharp fangs. That was enough to startle his captor and loosen his grip slightly. Will jumped at the opportunity to force himself free, despite growing weaker due to being out of the water. Looking around for ways to defend himself, he lunged at his captor's sword (although he had no idea how to use it). He forcefully jerked it out of its sheath and tightened his wrist around it. Growling, he brandished it at the three humans, daring them to come forward. A look of pure fear was on the third sailor's face as he frantically waved at the siren.

"Put down that sword now! Put. it. Down!" the sailor said, anxiousness edging his voice. He stumbled towards the siren to retrieve his sword.

Will hissed and tugged the sword closer to himself. His vision was starting to become blurry. Red spots danced before his eyes.

"Come on! " he vaguely heard the sailor saying. "Give it to me. I mean it!"

He felt dizzy, as though the ground was dissolving beneath his tail. In one final, desperate attempt, he lifted up the weapon he had no idea how to use.

"Don't touch the blade! DON'T -"

In the direction of the sailor, he pressed his fingers against the blade. Immediately, he felt a sharp stab of pain that traveled swiftly from his fingers to his tail that felt as though it was tearing him apart.

The pain was too much for him to bear. Almost in tears, he dropped the blade weakly and fell to the ground.

The last thing he saw was the sailor's dark eyes and the blade coming close to his face, before dark blanket of the night swept over him.