#Chapter5

Suzanne's standpoint

We are near, I could hear the melody of the sirens calling out to me, begging me to join them. I wasn't a siren, but one of my main sources of power was music. I was part water muse and others. I stood at the crow’s nest, looking out for any obstacle. The lookout ran below deck to do something so I was covering for him. I looked down, Finn stood at the bowsprit. As if feeling the intensity of my gaze, he turned around and locked eyes with mine.

The world seemed to have stopped moving the moment our eyes made contact, the wind around me...