Literature
Death of a Betrayed 'Siren'
"You say I'm a siren, and yet... I've never once sung or raised bad intentions against you. You're going to abandon me because of what they do? You're no better than he was... That father of mine..."
The sea was calm, though wind was everywhere, beating on the surface of the blue water and making irregular ripples in it. A medium sized fishing boat was sluggishly making its way through the water, rocking patiently with the wind as it went along on its small voyage. It dragged a net below its hull, catching the dinner of whatever family needed it in Dublin that night while the crew laughed and relaxed on deck while they awaited the time to pu