Song of the spheres as told by a siren.

Song of the spheres as told by a siren.




Me and my sisters sat on our desolate island. I absentmindedly chewed on a bone as I stared out into the vast ocean before me. I was hungry. Starving in fact. I hadn't eaten for months, years maybe. The last boat to pass by was full of fools; surely they knew they would encounter us after finding Scylla and Charybdis. Yet not one of them blocked their ears, and all leapt out of the boat attracted to us by our lulling tune. I suddenly hear one of my sisters screech, and I hurriedly head towards her. Sure enough, a boat is passing by. We immediately begin to sing our tune. Our tune shows you your deepest desires, your greatest needs. It tells you what you want to hear. Us, we wanted nothing for dead people to eat, so I'm sure you can guess what it sounds like to us.The boat passed by quickly, not changing course. But as is drew nearer, I saw a man tied to the mast of the ship, struggling, shouting unintelligible words. That's odd.
The boat sped past the island. Unfortunately, not one man jumped off for us to eat. We would starve for many more years to come.