I lived with my sisters, in those days. My father, lonely and unable to rule the sea himself with the humans taking to it in larger numbers, had asked for our creation long ago, and since that time, we have taught man the proper respect for the sea. Father spent most of his time in the court of the sky- He was fond of such grand spectacle, but my sisters and I preferred our little island on the sea where we slept and swam and laid in the sun and toyed with the humans who dared to attempt conquest of that which was ours. Hundreds of years passed, humans coming up with silly warnings and superstitions to protect themselves from us, too foolish to realize that their lives or deaths relied only on our whim or pleasure. Some of my sisters would take a man as her slave or amusement for a few days or weeks, but this never interested me. I preferred to swim in the ocean, free and unfettered, to sing to the ships and watch them dash upon the rocks as men, unable to resist my call, turned their boats toward certain doom. I didn't prefer to play with the creatures before I killed them.