"Need to show these sirens that they're not the only ones with voices," Donovan murmured, his voice low but laced with purpose. He cast a glance toward Leonardo, who, without need for further explanation, understood all too well what his brother meant by that statement.
Though reluctant, as he had never been comfortable using the power buried within him, Leonardo knew that when necessity called, he would answer. Not to mention, but he hadn't even considered bringing his medicine along with him for the journey. It never really occurred to him that he'd have to use his cursed voice again.
"Just my luck," he muttered.
Meanwhile, beneath the ship, the sea had begun to stir. Donovan stepped forward to observe the risk of the situation, nearing the ship's edge. He was more alert than the rest of his team who had the ship protectively surrounded.
