A blood curdling screech echoed through the air as Anemone's throat was clawed open. Not just from Anemone, but from the entire family.

Siren growled and ran towards the queen's own kit and sunk his claws into her neck. The queen let out an outraged roar, and ran for Siren, but he refused to let this through. He ran towards Ghostly, and attacked both his own father, and his own mother.

=^-_._-^=

After a long fight, Siren was victorious. What was once his kin was now fleeing from his ship. He turned towards the body of his dead mate and looked at it in sorrow. "Ghostly, pate to bed." He stated. He watched his son nod and run off towards the Great Cabin. All Siren wanted was to wake up from this nightmare, and to be reunited with his mate. 

Siren walked up to the corpse and laid down. He curled up and buried his face into his tail. He cried. He cried over the loss of his mate, and over the near loss of his son. He cried that his parents rejected him and didn't even recognize him. He cried that his mother wanted his kid dead.

It was truly nothing but a nightmare, yet he knew that it was true. All of that happened. His mate of twelve years was dead, and their son witnessed it.

It was terrible.

Siren got up, wiping tears off his face. He brought up the anchor and started to sail the ship further and further away from the trench. Sirens couldn't be trusted, not anymore.

They deserved to be hunted out. Siren glared at the path in front of the ship, wanting to kill the queen for her actions. To kill her mate. Siren had plans for Ghostly now too. The poor kit didn't deserve this.

Siren kept sailing until dawn, and only then, did he sleep.

=^-_._-^=

As a few more days passed, Ghostly noticed his father drinking more and more. It made the kit nervous. He watched as his father turned the wheel, and continued steering...

Ghostly knew it would be a long time before they hit land, and he feared how much more his father would be drinking when they did. He was sad about his mother, too. Ghostly recalled his father's words.

"Sirens are evil. They killed thy mother, truly because they felt like it. Ne'r trust a siren."

It repeated in his head every night.

Ghostly shook off the thought and went back to watching the ocean. He watched as fish swam past, and as the waves crashed against the ship. He thought it was pretty, and it was certainly distracting, especially from the recent events.

'All because of those stupid sirens!' The kit thought. He flicked his tail back and forth before walking away from the edge, and into the Mates Cabin. It was where he was staying. Away from his drunken father, and away from the memories of his mother. It hurt, and Ghostly knew it.

He walked around the cabin laying down in a nest. He thought he heard a squeak, but quickly dismissed the idea. 'Might not but be a rat.' Ghostly decided.