"I'm done. I'm not going on." MottlePaw stated. "Why!?" Citrine hissed. The fur on their back rose as they tried to seem threatening. The cat walked up to the molly, ready to attack. MottlePaw growled and threw Citrine away. "I'm blinded!" She answered. "Thats no answer! Doth thou desire to brow the repercussions of thy mistake!?" Citrine demanded.

MottlePaw hissed. "Don't matter anymore anyways!" She roared. "Fine!" Citrine screeched. They took a breath in, which confused MottlePaw. It was evident on the molly's face.

"MottlePaw, thou shall be cursed to see those thou've known to love, and care for, die. Thou shall live till the last full-blooded siren is killed, and only then, shall thou achieve peace, and be able to die to move on to the afterlife. Thy brow, and blindness, shall be fixed. Thou shall hast the elegance thou once had, and the beauty. Now leave!" Citrine stated boldly.

MottlePaw growled, and nodded, swatting at Citrine, and hopping off the boat. Citrine watched MottlePaw's scars recede, and her appearance becoming to that of a much younger version. 

Citrine growled and took the wheel. Apparently, they needed to do this. They needed to do this for their family, their mother, their father, everyone. Citrine needed to prove that this wasn't a suicide mission, like the other cats believed.

Sirens were dangerous, yes, but Citrine got themself prepared quickly. 

Without much knowledge of sailing though, Citrine had complications. Perhaps Citrine would lure the sirens towards them, especially with the amount of noise they were making. 

Birds landed on the boat, which annoyed Citrine, but they kept them there, since they couldn't other chasing the birds away.

Citrine licked their paw when they caught a splinter.

They licked, and licked, their paw becoming raw. Then, the splinter was easily pulled out. Citrine winced as they put their raw paw back onto the wheel, but there wasn't much else they could do. They needed to pull through.

It wasn't long before Citrine could no longer see the land MottlePaw walked onto. 

It was nice. Almost symbolic. Citrine focused on the ocean ahead, keeping their thoughts to the ocean, using the waves as a distraction.

Crash... Crash... Crash...

It was repetitive, every once in a while, though, a stronger wave would create a crash against the boat, causing some boxes or other smaller things to slide against the floor. It was distracting, and annoying.

Too distracting.

After a few moments, Citrine noticed something off.

The air smelt of another cat- no cat, but a siren. Looking around, Citrine didn't see anything, yet something saw them. It remained silent, and Citrine knew that something was watching them.

With silence in sirens, something was always wrong. Or perhaps it wasn't a siren. Perhaps it was something more.

Citrine looked around again, this time adrenaline causing her to look everywhere.

It was a seagull. It didn't explain the scent though. Even then, Citrine thought they were just paranoid. They were probably imagining things, and nothing bad would happen.

Despite this, Citrine put in noise cancellation devices, and kept alert, ready to hunt out some sirens.