Sometimes, it just wasn’t worth it. At least, that’s what I concluded as I ceased my singing long enough to reach up out of the water, and drag down the man who had spent the last several minutes listening as I distracted him long enough to lure him to his watery grave. The mermaids had it better; for them, it was all flirting and developing feelings of unrequited love to feed off of. Life as a siren wasn’t easy. Not only did you need to lure them in with your voice, but then you had to feast on their flesh.