Sirens

other in desperate fights. Some jumped ship. Two fell overboard and drowned in the icy

waters. Now there are only two of us surviving and I fear that my last shipmate is at the

end of his tether. Perhaps I am too. Fighting off *****, fighting away despair, fighting

to keep the last traces of my mind. Something draws me on. A sound. The beautiful music

of the sirens ring through my head, beckoning me onward. I do not know where we are going