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They confut tell you what it was that drew them to the island- a call in three souls to sail from the open sea to dock at the rocky shores

The island doesn't match any of them sea chants - far smaller than what is chanter for this area. A new sand ban build on the reefs " "below, no plants taken not yet. Just Rock & sand and tide pools filler with small cunstators.

A shallow pool with a tiny monster singing for its supper. Scalled skin, webbed fudens, vision teeth.

A man eaten. It looks at them, pleased to have drawn men in with its song.

The stupid thing called them, but instead of a rocky shame for this ship to be dashed upon it was a soft sandy slop that was easily seen a easier still to avoid beachy on.

There would be no desperent drowning men. for it to feast on.

Best to bash it on the rocks and be on their way. Instead it turned to them with its wide inhuman face- grinned with razor teeth rent to rend flesh from boom.

It chirped at them expectantly. The ships quartermaster frowned, causiously kneely outside the toy puddle it was sitting in. It watchor him eagerly.

Watched his hands. Hopefully. It chirped at them again.

It wasn't a chunky well fed monster, it was an infant still insulated with its baby fat.

And it was hungry. But instead of look at them as it's next meal, it looked to them for food.

Did... did sirens raise the song? Was this a babe warty for its parent to return?

except there was he sign of others. No signs of anyone but this baby eats the little crabs that skittered to close in an every shrink pool, unity for tide to come in before it fried out.

Before it ... died?

One of the men pulled a fish from the stows on the ship and the tiny thing cheered -a new super some noise that gave every crewman a migraine The fish was gone in a single file. It chirped at them for more.

They gave the little they a bag, before bounds the ship and saily on ward.

Perhaps the kindness shown would be part back by the sea in fake weather a good wids

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