Rigor had set in, drawing the siren’s lips taut across the sharp-edged bones of its skull. It was hard to look at it like this and understand how the sailors could have mistaken it for a beautiful woman; it was a monster, an alien dweller in the deeps. “You are ugly as hell,” Jason informed the siren, and pulled on a pair of gloves.
Ah yes Mr. Horndog magee further proving that everything exists for his pleasure and appeal. Everything is just supposed to be attractive for him and attracted to him. I hope they slaughter him.
