"My granddad sang it...I think. I only know vague words of it now...Can you sing it again?" He was smiling now, less afraid. When he was scrambling across the beach like a terrified crab, he didn’t seem half-bad. Maybe it was this new, more human-ish form, or meeting a human in person that made her agree, but for one reason or another, she nodded.
Taking a deep breath of the salty air, she began to sing in her lilting, magical voice. It conjured up images of a grey sky and a green sea, of lonely men and longing wives. While she sang, she thought of how the sirens used to lure sailors to their deaths with similar singing. When she finished, her mouth closed and she stared at the man. The wind whipped her hair and she shivered.
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