The question, coupled with Cicada's voice, almost drew him out of her spell. But he couldn't shake her hold, not fully. Her nails sunk into his face. "Would you kill for me? Don't you worship me?"
"I have killed for you," he whispered, taking a few steps back.
Leah grinned, her teeth too sharp. "Then you are devoted. Come with me." She began leading him to the side of the boat.
Cicada saw the siren leading Daso off the boat. She decided it was time for something drastic she charged towards the siren, daggers out.
The siren's face altered as Cicada came close. "Mine!" she hissed, her fangs glinting.
Daso jerked away from her, the spell successfully broken. "Ew, captain, ever heard of a dentist?" he mumbled, making a face. The siren latched her claws into his throat, drawing blood. He struggled, but her vice-like grip wouldn't let up.
Cicada sunk her daggers deep into the siren and pulled her off of Daso, "Get us out of this storm! I'll deal with the sirens."
"Got it," Daso responded, grimacing and wiping blood from his neck. "God, everyone's out for my throat recently. From almost being hanged, to this." He laughed a bit. "Good luck."
"Good luck to you too," Cicada drew her daggers out of the now dead siren. She whipped her head around searching for another. None of the other sirens had come onto the deck, simply singing their hypnotizing song.
Daso hurried up to the bridge. He didn't see Leah around –real Leah, anyway– so he decided to take the wheel himself. The storm was hard to see through and even harder to steer through.
Cicada looked back down at the dead siren, it had changed. She held her breath and the squeezed her daggers till her knuckles were white, "I'm sorry. I'm so so very sorry, but I need to do my job."
She took the body and tossed it back into the sea, tears now in the corner of her eyes.
Ryan heard the commotion and ran upstairs to the deck, immediately feeling sick again. "What the hell is going on?!"
"Sirens!" Cicada shouted to Nobody, "Get back below deck!"
"Sirens? What the hell are sirens?" Ryan asked, frantically looking around.
(do sirens always look like someone you love as a crush, or can it be platonic love?)
( I think Platonic could count. Maybe. Idk)
(yeah because he's not giving up and going below deck but he doesn't have a crush on anyone yet…)
(Platonic counts.)
"Have you ever been on a boat before?" Cicada shouted at him, "Sirens are creatures that take the look of someone who love and lure you to your death by drowning so they can eat you!"
Ryan gulped. That does not sound fun…. He disobeyed the girl's orders and looked around. "Look, I don't know squat about ships but can I help somehow?"
"Yeah," Cicada was holding back so many emotions so the sirens couldn't get to her, "Help Daso get us out of this storm."
"How?" Ryan ran to where the boy, Daso, was. "What do I do?!" He yelled over the storm.
"You know as much as I do about steering," Daso said with a carefree shrug. "Maybe adjust the sails. Yeah, that sounds right. Adjust the sails!" Then he frowned. "Also, who the hell are you?"
"He's Nobody!" Cicada shouted at Daso. Another siren boarded the ship. Cicada began to walk towards them.
He nodded at the girl. "Yeah, that's my name. What sail to I adjust?! How do I adjust it?!"
"Okay, nobody," Daso said, "I'll be honest. I'm a stowaway too. I still don't know anything about running a ship." He shrugged again.
"You need to adjust the main sail by pulling the ropes," Cicada shouted at both of them, "Keep it steady otherwise we'll lose control of our direction."
Cicada held her breath as the siren turned into someone else, "Help me Cicada. You said we would be together forever."
Ryan nodded, running to the nearest rope and tugging on it with all his might. Keep it steady….whatever that means…
"That's not steady!" Daso yelled, grabbing hold of a different rope and steadying it as well as he could. "Steady, as in, don't kill us, Nobody!"