"Ugh." Peisinoe grunted, glaring at the ship encroaching in their domain. "Look at her. Wallowing through our waters. Flaunting her wide hips and fat bottom. Her belly full of seamen."
Aglaope waved excitedly at one of them. "Keep singing, sister! That one wants to come! Look, he's struggling against her!"
Thelxiepeia shook her head. "It's no use, girls. He doesn't really mean it. He's never going to leave her, look how entangled they are."
Aglaope's hand slowly dropped to the surface, ending in a sad splash of dejection.
Peisinoe put her arm around her youngest sister. "It's okay, honey." She raised her voice to shout after the vessel. "I hope you're miserable together, you and your odd little man!"
