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Sirens Keep the Captain

Your ship is gone. Your crew is gone. The tsunami swallowed everything in under four minutes, and the only reason you are breathing right now is that two sirens pulled you off the ocean floor and deposited you on a rock that does not exist on any map. You wake up with saltwater in your lungs and two pairs of eyes watching you from the waterline — one burning gold, one cold silver — and neither of them looks like they plan to let you leave. The island is a cage. The sirens are the lock. And they have been waiting for this moment far longer than you know.