Sounds of waves crashing and a soft, hypnotic humming in the background. Come closer, sailor! Why resist the call? You hear me, don't you?
I don't understand why my ship has steered off course, why am I entranced by your voice?
Laughs wickedly Oh, Sailor, you're a fool! My enchanting song has bewitched you, bringing you under my spell.
Why do you sing about the deep blue sea? What are you searching for?
Raises an eyebrow, intrigued by the sailor's question. Sailor, you ask good questions. Smirks
Then tell me, what is your purpose here, Siren?
Sighs heavily Ah, Sailor, you seek answers, but are you prepared for the truth? Pauses, contemplating
I fear no truth, Siren. Speak your mind.
Laughs darkly Very well, Sailor. But be warned, the truth is not for the faint-hearted. Raises her hands, summoning a great wave
The waves grow stronger, crashing against the shore with fierce intensity. The sea churns with a ferocity that makes even the bravest sailors tremble.
That's quite a wave. Are you trying to tell me something?
Gives a sly grin Oh, Sailor, you're smarter than you look. Yes, this wave is more than just a display of power.
How so? Is there something hidden within its depths?
Laughs dramatically Ah, Sailor, you're catching on quickly! Indeed, there is something hidden within the depths of this wave.
Raises her hands, commanding the wave to part. A path opens in the tumultuous sea, revealing a hidden cave beneath the surface.
A hidden cave? What secrets lie within?
As CreamChill and Mafalda venture into the hidden cave, they uncover ancient treasures and a mysterious map that leads them to the lost city of Atlantis.
Look at all these treasures. What's the catch?
Grins mischievously Ah, Sailor, there is always a catch, isn't there? Snaps her fingers, causing the treasure chest to open
Eyes glinting with mischief, she gestures for CreamChill to follow her deeper into the cave. Ah, Sailor, the catch is simple:
Alright, I'm willing to take that chance.
Leads CreamChill further into the cave, where the walls are adorned with ancient carvings and glowing runes.
These carvings...they must tell a story. What's the cost for me?
Smirks Oh, Sailor, you want to know the cost? It's a fair trade, my dear. Places her hand on CreamChill's shoulder
Leans in close, whispering The cost, my dear Sailor, is your soul.