They sailed, in search of sirens.
They’d heard tales, you see, of women of impeachable beauty
beneath the waves, and couldn’t help but set out, to see them and hear their
songs.
They understood it was likely mere rumor, but to see such figures
of myth with their own two eyes was a prospect too tempting to ignore.
So out they sailed.
The rumors? Nearly true. And in a way they found that which
they sought.
Sadly, however, not one among them returned to tell the
tale.
They weren’t mermaids, you see, they were murmaids.
And “Mur” stood for “Murder.”
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