We hear them in the middle of the night, or in twilight hours when all seems calm, when the constant rocking motion should be lulling the crew to sleep. The waves are green glass mirrors, reflecting the small ship, and carry the inviting notes into our heads.

We make our living on the water, so after a hard day at sea, sirens are the last thing we want to hear. We try to drown them out with laughter and games, but our ears never escape their haunting song.