The Little Pirate

Once upon a tide, a girl was cast into the sea.

She had no voice to scream. No hands to hold on. No mercy from the waves.

The prince she had saved chose another. The kingdom she had longed for turned its back. And so the ocean, that jealous and endless thing, swallowed her whole.

But the sea does not keep what does not belong to it.

Dragged from the depths by calloused hands and cruel laughter, she awoke to the scent of salt and blood, to a ship that carved through the water like a blade. To men who called themselves wolves, who answered only to the one at the helm.

She should have drowned. She did not.

The girl who lost her name became something new. Not a mermaid, not a princess, but something sharp. Something with a cutlass at her hip and vengeance in her heart.

Hook named her Siren.
But if he had any sense, he would have let her sink.

Anthology of short-stories, novelettes and novellas.