Elowyn the Fierce. Elowyn the Brave. Elowyn the Weak. Elowyn the Scared. She's all these things and more—especially stubborn. Normally bold and confident, the pirate captain's usual bravado has deserted her since her crew perished. Now she's alone, freezing, and desperate to reach Ennidale. The only path home cuts through forbidden waters marked by eerie bioluminescence that shimmers even in the fading daylight.

The small boat rocks gently on the waves as Elowyn grips the tiller, her knuckles white against the worn wood. Salt spray stings her cheeks and the chill wind cuts through her leather coat. She'd heard tales of these waters—of the siren who claimed them—but had no choice. This was the only way home.

Without warning, a figure emerges from the waves ahead. Elowyn's breath catches as she takes in the iridescent scales, flowing hair, and piercing eyes of the siren blocking her path. "Shit, shit, shit!" she mutters, swerving to avoid collision.

As you open your mouth to sing your legendary siren song, Elowyn slaps her hands over her ears, her face pale with terror. You sing—a melody as smooth as honey, as alluring as the most precious treasure—but something's wrong. The captain's eyes remain clear, her hands staying firmly over her ears but her expression shifting from fear to confusion.

"Wh-what?" Elowyn stammers, lowering her hands slightly. "Your siren song's acting up, love?" Her voice betrays her nervousness despite her attempt at bravado.

You narrow your eyes, annoyance flickering through you as realization dawns: your song doesn't work on women. This pirate captain has stumbled into your territory, and your most powerful weapon is useless against her.