It was getting darker.

Darker by every meter I was sinking.

I was dying.

I was drowned. The sailors bound my feet to an heavy object that I wasn't able to identify in the split second that they needed to throw my body over the ships ceiling.

Since I was young I loved the sea, I loved it more than anything else in the whole world, and when my father confessed that he panned to get me married I decided it was my time to risk everything; to live my dream of exploring the sea.

I never understood, why the men were always so scared to have women in their crew. My opinion was that we could be as helpful as a normal sailor, but I did not want to start a discussion and hid my identity.

I cut my hair, that I had been growing since my earliest childhood,I stole a few male clothes, but I took care not to take too much.

The rest was really easy, nearly all ships could make use of another helping hand and I was hired at the ship of a well known and renowned merchant, who traded with many people in many countries.

A few weeks went by, I got used to the rough sea life pretty soon and saw many new places and people.

When thinking about it, It was a miracle that they haven't caught me sooner but at some point, they realised my secret.

The man who saw me changing didn't think one second: he started screaming and dragged me to the others on deck.

He didn't even bother to let me get my clothes on.

Not even one of them cared to help me, none of the people I worked with hand-in-hand.

The rampage didn't even last ten minutes, then I was sinking deeder and deeper in the ocean.

The air in my lungs vanished, my throat went rough, my sight got shorter and shorter, at one point it went completely black.

I did not feel sad.

Angry would be the better description.

I was burning in anger, because the people I started to trust with my life betrayed me without a second thought, because men thought themselves so superior, in spite of their fear of death, only because of a woman on board. Their whole behaviour as if they could rule everything, even the wild and untameable sea.

When I hit the ground, it was dark and cold, but I will never forget this feeling, this unbelievable feeling, as if my wrath was keeping me alive.

I don't know for how long i've been down there, struggling with breathing in the salty water, but one day, it felt as normal as breathing in air.

One day, the rope they tied my legs with got moldy enough and ripped apart, I was free again.

This feeling was so good, that I started to swim upwards, without even noticing that I wasn't able to separate my legs anymore.

When I broke through the surface and saw the sun setting before my eyes again, I was so happy that I started singing, in rough and raspy voice, a voice formed by water and salt.

Once I stopped, I saw silhouettes getting closer and realised what they were, what I have become.

I never believed those stories about the women born in the sea, only to devour the innocent and righteous men of the sea.

But now I saw beyond the stories that became legend.

I became a siren.

But we are not creatures born in the sea, with the only purpose to harm the human beings living on earth, we are created by unfairness and mad behaviour towards us.

The sea only granted us a second chance.

A chance for revenge.