Siren's Pull

_{[The feed comes on with a splash as the NV is fished out of water, water droplets obscuring the view for a moment as Syrena squirms and sets it up on the edge she can reach of the chipped ceramic vanity in the tiny bathroom she's been confined to. She's topless, as usual, only this time her beautiful golden tail can be seen in full view, crammed into the bathtub she's stuck in, the fin hanging over the edge. Sliding back into the bath with a splash she reaches into a bucket beside her, pulling out a fish, skewering it on a finger. She looks, well, rather unhappy, but wouldn't you be if you were a mermaid in a tub?]}

I do not like the bathtub.

_{[An irritated little hiss slips her as she takes a bite from the fish, chewing it slowly.]}

This is the second time I have been in a bathtub. The first time was with Mary. She washed my hair. I had legs then. It was far more comfortable.

_{[Without much ceremony, Syrena stuffs the rest of the fish in her mouth as she shifts again in the water, dipping her fingers in to splash it up over her shoulders and neck.]}

Captain Jack Sparrow decided I was to be rescued from the ice and water because of the snow. I did not want to be saved. There was no need for it. I would have been safe beneath the water until the storm had passed.

_{[She seems to slip down again, tail sliding out of the water even more as she slumps her shoulders together, reaching over the side of the tub to grab...a can of tuna? She pierces the metal tin with her nails, prying the top open. Without any hesitation she dips her fingers in, shoving pieces of the white meat past her lips. It doesn't take long for her to finish and when the can is clean, she whips it away violently.]}

I am tired of being held captive in tiny places. The first time it was a glass box and now I am confined to a bathtub. I am tired of eating the same fish and fish in metal containers. I want squid or clams. Jellyfish. Lobsters or crabs. Seaweed. Even a hot dog or a twinkie. _{[Wait what? Blame Pickles for introducing her to the latter.]}

I want to taste the salt of the sea. This water is not salty at all.

I do not know how long I have been here. Jack Sparrow, return me to the sea. I will die if I am forced to stay in this bathtub any longer.