conversations with a siren

The first time they meet, she has just sent his entire crew to their deaths, and isn’t that a bit irritating.“Aw, bollocks,” he says, leaning over the side of the galleon and looking for the creature that had produced the song that had lured his crew overboard, “I’m gonna have to replace ‘em again.”A creature pokes its head out of the water, face blue-scaled but with strong, sharp human features. Its hair drapes like seaweed, shining like the scales of a freshly netted fish from his sister’s boat. Its eyes change with the waves, reflecting the sea itself. Its skin, which looks to be the texture of his, is fathoms-depth blue and right as he watches something flips up behind the humanoid creature, something that looks to be a fish’s tail.It cocks its head to the side, looking up at him with eyes that plead for him to drown himself in the waters below, eyes that want him to dive over and-“Nah, I’m good,” he says, and if he had to name the expression on its face he’d have to say confusion. “Don’t want to die just yet.”(An asexual pirate starts a friendship of sorts with a siren.)