Everyone was getting on the pirate ship and Zayn was getting Harry. Liam and Jay said we would have to go through the Island of the Sirens. We would have to use wax to make sure the singing doesn't affect us.
I saw Harry and Zayn walking towards us. Harry looked hurt and angry and Zayn just was looking at Harry worriedly. They both got on the ship and Niall began to command it soon we were on a course for the Island of Sirens.
After sometime Nathan came down to tell everyone what he saw.
"Land," He said grimly "We're approaching the Island of Sirens already."
I could barley make out the island ahead of us-just a dark spot in the mist.
"The Sirens...We'll be in range of their singing soon." Jay said
I remembered what Chiron told us about the Sirens. They sang so sweetly their voices enchanted sailors and lured them to their death.
"We can use wax to stuff our ears to block the singing." Liam and Jay said together
"Actually I want to hear them." I heard Harry say
I blinked "Why?"
"They say the Sirens sing the truth about what you desire . They tell you things about yourself you didn't even realize. That's what so enchanting. If you survive...you become wiser. I want to hear them. How often will I get that chance?" Harry told us his plan. Reluctantly, we helped him get him.
As soon as the rocky coastline of the island came into view, Niall ordered one of the ropes to wrap around Harry's waist, tying him to the foremast.
"Don't untie him," Jay said "No matter what happens or how much he pleads. He'll want to go straight over the edge and drown himself."
Everyone promised to keep Harry secure. Everyone took two large wads of candle wax. kneaded them into earplugs, and stuffed them into their ears.
The silence was eerie. As they approached the island, jagged rocks loomed out of the fog. Niall willed the ship to skirt around them. If they sailed any closer, those rocks would shred their hull like blender blades.
Everyone would glance at Harry who seemed totally normal at first. Then he got a puzzled look on his face before his eyes widened. He strained against the ropes calling his friends names they could tell by just reading his lips. His expression was clear: he had to get out. This was life or death. They had to let him out of the ropes right now. He seemed so miserable it was hard not to cut him free.
Niall forced the ship to go faster. They still couldn't see much of the island- just mist and rocks-but floating in the water were pieces of wood and fiberglass, the wreckage of ships, even some flotation cushions from airplanes.
For a dangerous moment, everyone understood Harry's curiosity. They were tempted to take out the earplugs, just to get a taste of the song. They could feel the Sirens' voices vibrating in the timbers of the ship, pulsing along with the roar of blood in their ears.
Harry was pleading with them, tears streamed down his cheeks. He strained against the ropes, as if they were holding him back from everything he cared about. They all glared at the misty island. They all tried hard not to look at Harry managing for five minutes which was their huge mistake. When they looked back all they saw was a heap of cut ropes. An empty mast, Harry's poison rose that had thorns had acted as a knife. Somehow, he'd managed to wriggle it into his hand. They had totally forgotten to disarm him.
They rushed to the side of the ship and saw him paddling madly for the island, the waves carrying him straight toward the jagged rocks. They screamed his name, but if he heard them, it didn't do any good. He was entranced, swimming toward his death. Niall looked back at the pilot's wheel and ordered it keep going away from the island as he jumped over the side.
I sliced into the water and bend the currents around me into a jet stream that shot me forward. I went up to the surface and spotted Harry who was caught by a wave, sweeping him in between two razor-sharp fangs of rock. I had no choice but to go in after him.
I dove under the wrecked hull of a yacht, wove through a collection of floating underwater mines. I had to use all my power over the water to avoid getting smashed against the rocks or tangled in the nets of barbed wire strung just below the surface. I jetted between the two rock fangs and found myself in a half-moon-shaped bay. The water was choked with more rocks and ship wreckage and floating mines. The beach was black volcanic sand. I looked around desperately for Harry.
Luckily and unluckily, he was a strong swimmer. He'd made it past the rocks and mines and was almost to the black beach. Then the mist cleared and I saw them-the Sirens.
They were vultures the size of people-with dirty black plumage, gray talons, and wrinkled pink necks. Now imagine human heads on top of those necks, but the human heads kept changing. I couldn't hear them but I knew they were singing. As their mouths moved, their faces morphed into all the people I knew and wanted to see the most. They smiled inviting me forward, but no matter what shape they took their mouths were greasy and caked with remnants of old meals.
Harry swam towards them.
I knew I couldn't let him get out of the water since the sea was my only advantage. It had always protected me one way or another.
I propelled myself forward and grabbed his ankle.