Captain Sparrow Shortbeard saw the large city on the horizon. He could make out the large white stones in the distance, the moon shining on the surface of the wall. He grinned and took a whiff of his pipe, and he exhaled towards the group of women on his vessel.
Unlike the rest of his crew, these were not lizardmen. Though they had scales running down the side of their face and necks. Not only that, they had fin like structures where their ears should be. Their bodies were a mix of scale and skin, and they had gills on the sides of their chest.
The sirens were all beautiful by human standards, but they didn't arouse any such feelings in Sparrow. Nonetheless, he looked at him as if they were pieces of treasure. He felt incredibly lucky to be graced with these creatures.
Sparrow grinned and gestured towards them. "Ye 'member the deal? If ye sing for us really well, we'll let ye go. Remember that the target is that there city."
