After the fish bones was dumped, Citrine noticed something. "Earplugs!" They shouted. MottlePaw looked at Citrine, and growled, but putting in the noise cancellation device.

Citrine stayed near the edge of the boat, looking down into the water. Shimmering blue scales of fish wasn't the only thing they saw.

There was also a set of greenish scales, and a cat-like body. In a swift movement, too fast for Citrine to process, the siren was on the boat. It was the same one they saw. It shifted to a normal cat-like form. It knew the two cats couldn't hear it, so it was seemingly going straight for the kills.

Citrine ran at it, then pounced. It tucked and rolled, and ran towards MottlePaw, who reared up. Citrine got up, and ran to MottlePaw as the siren tackled MottlePaw, digging its claws into her belly. Citrine pounced and dug their own claws into the siren's back. It seemingly growled, and slashed open MottlePaw's eye in an attempt to get off to roll.

MottlePaw let out a roar, and Citrine slashed their claws at the siren's face. The siren backed off, and jumped back into the water, seemingly content with its doings, and too injured to continue. Citrine kept the ear plugs in for a while, then removed them, letting MottlePaw continue the trip to the Southern Siren. 

Things felt awkward now. Not just because of the silence, but because of everything else!

The sound of the ocean waves was one of the few noises Citrine could hear, as well as the roaring of the clouds above. 

It was so weird too. The sirens should've been further down south, not this far up north! 

It was bothering Citrine too much. They walked back into the Great Cabin and stretched. The popping of their joints back into place was nice. 

They laid down in the nest, and kneaded at it, then hopped back up. Maybe MottlePaw could've been more useful, and tried to sharpen her claws!

The thought made Citrine angry, yet they couldn't do anything yet. They needed MottlePaw to kill the sirens!

Time seemed to pass slowly as Citrine changed out the diamond tips on their claws. They walked out of the cabin and headed into another one to get something to eat. Despite having had fish not too long ago, the fight made Citrine hungrier again.

Citrine dug through the piles of food that wasn't fish and grabbed some cow meat they had collected a while ago. It wasn't bad yet, which was good. Citrine took the cow meat and took a few bites.

The area around them was cold, so it probably explained why the meat lasted. A few more bites were taken, then Citrine finished it, and headed back up to the surface of the boat. With the sun shining down, Citrine laid, her multicolored coat glimmering.

They were quick to arrive at the separation of the Southern Siren and the Northern Dragon. The separation was strange to Citrine. The Northern Dragon was greener, and the Southern Siren was bluer. It was pretty.

MottlePaw found a shallow spot, and Citrine caught on to what she was doing. Then, the anchor dropped.