"A bottle o' rum and a seaworthy ship, that be what you need for a fine pirate trip... that BE what you NEED for a... aargh, no, no! Th' rhythm on that be all wrong!"
Havoc Down let out a sigh. The Calico Anne was currently passing through uninhabited waters, nary an island or rival ship in sight. The Mobian pirate wolf was attempting to stave off the boredom by trying to compose new sea shanties, but wasn't having much luck stringing anything workable together.
That lass from the Valley made songwritin' look so easy. Alright, from th' top...
Taking a deep breath, Havoc began his makeshift song again, then again, but couldn't produce anything that sounded like a proper shanty. Just as he was about to give up, an uncannily pleasant harmony of words and melody entered his head. A smile crossed his face as he began again.
"Come here, oh sailors, follow our song, come for a visit... and... ... ...wait a sec, that be no pirate shanty. How in blazes did I..."
It took a moment for Havoc to realize that he was actually listening to someone else singing, from far away. Grabbing the spyglass, he swiveled it around to search for the source of the music.
And there it was, at 25 degrees starboard.
A rock outcrop, about the same size as their ship. Several Mobian females of unidentifiable species had their voices raised in simultaneous chorus. Each one had long, straight, black hair, a collar of gills, and sharp fangs. Their bodies were covered in fish scales, and their hands and feet were webbed; they also had long tails ending in aquatic fins. To top it all off, they were all very sexily built, and wore no clothes whatsoever.
Blimey. They look like monstrous versions of me sister-in-law. They look like... SIRENS!
Havoc would have dropped the spyglass had it not been fastened to the crow's nest. Sirens were bad news for any ship. Already the Calico Anne was drifting off course as its crew fell victim to the sirens' hypnotic singing. Even the females of the crew couldn't resist, and Havoc himself was starting to succumb.
Aye... we should go there. Those lasses will be VERY kind to us... no! No, they won't! Come to ye senses, Havoc!
Realizing he had to stop the ship before it hit the rock, Havoc jumped from the crow's nest, landing with a roll on the deck. Darting down to the anchor mechanism (surprisingly swiftly for a wolf with a peg leg), he kicked the release. The anchor dropped and did its job, bringing the ship to an abrupt halt.
The sudden stop seemed to bring everyone to their senses. Not wanting the ship to take off again without a non-entranced person's permission, Havoc snapped a padlock onto the anchor wheel and pocketed the key.
"Havoc... what in blazes just happened?"
That voice was Captain Laura's. The wolf turned to face his wife.
"Sirens be what happened, Captain. Their devilish song caught the crew. If I hadn't dropped anchor, the Calico Anne would a' been wrecked, just like th' others 'fore it. We would a' been property o' the sirens, our souls be their luncheon, the riches in our hold be their souvenirs..."
Havoc trailed off as he realized the implications of what he was saying.
"Captain, I be goin' ashore for some pillagin'. Make sure nobody else be leavin' th' Calico Anne 'fore I return."
It only took a matter of minutes for Havoc to make his preparations. He had his sword and a bag for loot, and he'd plugged his ears with wax so the sirens couldn't try to hypnotize him with their singing again. With everything ready, he disembarked and swam to the sirens' outcrop.
Almost as soon as he set foot on land, a siren stepped forwards to "greet" him.
"Oh! A visitor," it said in a melodious voice. (Havoc's wax-plugged ears could still make out what the siren was saying, but it blocked out the subtleties enough that her voice couldn't hypnotize him.) "Why don't you stay a while? My sisters and I can always-- GRRK!"
Havoc was having none of the siren's mind games, and stabbed it through the chest without letting it finish that sentence.
"Yer sisters and ye can always die bloody deaths, that's what ye can do!"
The other sirens rushed down in an attempt to overwhelm Havoc, but he made short work of any siren that came close. As the sirens' numbers dwindled, so too did their confidence, and they began fleeing instead of attacking, diving into the water to escape. Just minutes later, the wolf gleefully sheathed his sword, now alone on the outcrop.
With the sirens out of the way, Havoc begin to search the outcrop for treasure, and within minutes he found a hidden cave leading to an impressive stash of loot.
It took several trips to load the Calico Anne's hold with the spoils of the sirens' lair, plus a siren's severed head as a trophy of the incident. The danger gone, Havoc unlocked and raised the anchor so the ship could resume its course.
As Havoc returned to the crow's nest and cleaned the wax out of his ears, he reflected on the sirens' hypnotic verse and melody as it lingered in his mind. Suddenly he smiled and began his improvised shanty anew, drawing inspiration from the song of the sirens.
"Come round, ye sailors, follow my song, gather around me right where ye belong..."