lost at sea

Caiaphas was not, perhaps, the best specimen for sheer wit -- and as she passed the slumped heap of meat and bones, she thought no more of its presence. It was not the Siren Queen's responsibility to mourn for those who had left this world -- and youth hardly even made her radar as far as interesting things she had seen coughed forth from the brine.

She paused as she thought she heard rustling behind her, her long ears both spread wide like flopping wings as she listened. She saw nothing suspicious, and chalked it up to the many innocuous noises proferred by the sea. She stopped at a branch of red kelp, pawing it curiously to see if any crabs hid beneath its flat fronds.