Eric finished the last of his apple, watching the sun sink deeper towards the water line. It was getting late in the day and dinner would be soon. Heâ€™s spent most of the afternoon playing with Maxamillion, a rather large Great Dane, and watching the waves and passing boats. He wished he were out on the open seas, enjoying the lulling rock of the boat, listening to the sailors sing old folk songs and kicking back the occasional shot of rum.<br/><br/>He sat still for a few long moments, wondering if heâ€™d ever seen Marina again. She was very beautiful, she was his savior. Where would he be now without her? Eric picked up his flute and began to play a slow melody for her, an old tune the sailors sung. It was called â€œThe Sirens Songâ€ for they sang it to quell the rapid hearts of Sirens, Nymphs, and Mermaids. At least thatâ€™s what old Albert saidâ€¦ he told Eric that the song was written a long time ago by a man who fell in love with a Siren. Those creatures had vicious hearts and when he sang this song to his love she became peaceful, entranced with the melody.