"Michiru, I swear, you are the least fun creature in all of creation." Her lip jutted out in a pout.

I gazed back at my mirror and put my hair up with a nearby piece of coral, "You can't have everything, where would you put it, sister dear?"

"Oh, very well," Marina huffed. She looked straight at the boy, and the rocks seemed to echo with the sound of her siren's voice. "Go to the sea, boy. Drink deep and drown."

Men do what they are commanded.