Change, by First Matey Yenay.
It has been weeks since I felt like writing anything. Like feeling anything. Weeks since I have seen him. And then today... a shadow, under the ship. There was singing, too, but it was... different. A sad song. The others heard it, I could tell. The Captain has had her pistol loaded ever since. Sirens are nothing but an old pirate legend, but legends have a way of coming true out here, don't they? The Merchants talk of so many missing crews... If pirates can become merfolk, then what might merfolk become? The sad song is back. Louder. All around us now. He is here, and he is not alone.