you look at the thing that’s pulling on your anchor, and it’s a siren. You grab a spear ready to stab it, but I dodges and pulls you ship down. Your senses are nulled, your ears are filled with water and you’re struggling to back to shore No, no, my dear~ the siren pulls you by the foot, and before you know it, you’re pressed up against its chest and it’s looking right at you
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