Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 -1 2019 | Page 104

The voice didn’t bother him that night, only the sound of the waves whispering and the wind whooshing.
On the vast ocean, was the AS Conqueror, as a boy slept motionlessly into the night.
Glorious sunshine glinted off the crystal-clear waves, as the ship drove on with its AS Conqueror fluttering
in the blustery winds. As for the boy, he went away too and was never seen again…
The voice in the story was amongst us, the youngest siren, daughter of the Queen. She’s now the eldest of
the sirens, soon to decease.