Drew had always been fond of the sea. She lived close to the docks, after all, and as a kid she’d watch the boats come and go with everything and anything.

But today was different - Drew had decided she didn’t want to just watch the boats, she wanted to get an up-close view of the beautiful vessels.

She had been strolling past a particularly large ship when she met Jason, a kind, brilliant, funny, and beautiful guy. Drew had found herself falling in love with the sailor in the short week he visited.

And according to him, he felt the same. Drew had been insanely excited when he had asked her to come back to England with him, on his huge ship and meet his parents. Drew had agreed hastily, packing her things and boarding the boat.

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They had been about two days into the journey from Greece to England when disaster struck. A storm.

Crashing waves as high as towers and lightning quick as the wind.

And Drew was to blame. After all, women on board were bad luck, so the crew

did something about it.

First they tied her legs together and tied her to the deck. Then they started, they stitched her mouth closed and stitched her eyes as well.

No one heard her screams as they tossed her body into the water. The last thing she heard was Jason crying for them to stop.

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Drew didn’t drown.

The salt stung her bleeding mouth and eyes.

She could feel time slipping past her, around her, as salt filled her lungs. As water flooded her system.

As she could feel herself changing.

She felt her legs merge together and slits open on her neck.

Time continued to slip by, her life force stayed strong, but her body decayed.

Blindly, Drew used her new and improved, water sharpened senses and stitched herself back together. Fish scales, seaweed, shells, anything and everything she could get her webbed hands on.

Drew’s pain was immense, her cries unheard as she ruined and remade herself into something unrecognizable.

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Drew had turned bitter with pain and time. When she had found the first ship to cross her path, she had not let a single man live.

Her voice was raspy from years of salt. They had come right to her, right to their death, seeing a beautiful women instead of a monster. And they fell for it. They always will.

they’ll never hear the warning sirens, the cries of pain, of each and every man who dared cross her.