From that day on, it resulted in a superstitious custom practiced between the nations inhabiting the opposite ends of the sea. Every time anyone sails through it, the harbourmasters suggest to every traveller to bring a fat bag of "tacos", or any bread-and-vegetable meals they could think of, just to appease the mythical Queen Sonata and the Sirens. It became a business so profitable, that many a vendor would hassle visitors to buy a small bag of tacos to be thrown to that so-called sea goddess. And it caused many Sirens to gather wherever a large ship is present, expecting its passengers to throw bags of food for them to eat -- only for some of these ships to catch a Siren or two, and force them to teach their nations some musical skills.



It also resulted in a cult in which people would risk sailing to the isles of the Sirens to worship them, both to help them receive better catches of fish, and for musicians to learn to sing better. This cult has became so demanding to these specific, once-friendly Sirens, that they attacked and killed their followers. Even Sonata, in a typical fit of treacherous Siren-hood, drowned and threw to the rocks the very priests who made offerings of tacos to her, sometimes force-feeding them.



With the Siren attacks getting more frequent for revenge and luxurious land cuisine, and even invasions of sea ports taking place, most Sirens had been hunted down to extinction, though some escaped and spent the rest of their lonely lives mourning for their slain folk, and killing anyone who enters their caves, even their remaining worshippers. Although the Siren cult had been banned and suppressed as well by the newer governments, and the last Sirens died out in museums and galleries, some people would sometimes secretly throw bread or food to the sea, as an act of rebellion against their current tyrannies.



These remaining secret "Siren believers" thought that it not only honours a much more freer, though more dangerous, age that was lost, but they wished in their hearts and prayed that Queen Sonata and her army will rise from the muddled, turbulent ocean waves to help them overthrow their oppressors ...



(Sometimes, things like this inspire me to write a story.)