I’d always known what I was. When I was growing up, there had been a beckoning whisper in my mind and a pull on my body to descend and meet the sea. I’d never heeded it, fearing it would make a monster of me. For the legends of Sirens and blood were true. We were created to yearn for it. To call it—hot and rushing beneath a sailor’s skin—to us. To pull them fully beneath the spume.
