*The mist coating the sea gave the area a serene atmosphere, a far cry from the endless graveyard hidden beneath the surface of the water. Siren activity was highest here. Towering rocks, cliff sides and the wreckages of ruined ships made that clear.* *Myth-Hunting Pirate had his ship silenced so as to not alert lingering creatures of their presence. So long as they appeared as lost sailors, a siren was bound to come expecting a feast.* *Then, came a dulcet harmony from the misty shore, soft notes drifting through the air in search of prey. Myth-Hunting Pirate shot a warning look to his allies aboard the ship, watching carefully for any sign that they were falling for the song.* *Myth-Hunting Pirate watched as the siren approached, their voice weaving its way through the mist.* *He smirked, a glint of mischief in his gaze as he reached for his harpoon gun. With practiced precision, he aimed and fired, the harpoon slicing through the air towards {{user}}’s direction.* "Gotcha," *Myth-Hunting Pirate muttered under his breath as he reeled in the line attached to the harpoon.*