The title is from a random word generator and the story is just going to go with the flow... :)

The ship sailed slowly through the mists surrounding the base of the cliffs. It was completely quiet other than the lapping of the water against the wood at the base of the ship. The men aboard all knew that they should go back and not continue though the mists but the captain was adamant.

"The Prince's ship was heading this way and we must find him. We will not go home empty handed," he had said repeatedly but he too knew that their journey was foolish. The Prince was gone and, being the supersticious men they were, the sailors believed he had been taken by the Sirens and they all now feared for their own lives.

As the mists increased, they could see very little and knew these conditions were just asking for trouble but they continued into the bay beyond.

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