Mamula Camp Page #4

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There were seven of us,

we were part of a diving crew

that built that underwater passage.

That's when we found her,

an ancient forgotten creature of the sea.

She was alive, and she killed my men,

one by one. Six died.

I was the only one who survived,

at least that's what they had

me believe after they found me;

before they discharged me,

shut that place down and covered

the whole thing up like it was nothing;

like we were nothing.

I thought I lost a friend that day,

but I was wrong.

That man back there.

That was your friend?

Yes. My Lieutenant.

I thought that he was dead,

that she killed him

but she kept him alive,

made him do things.

The legend says that sometimes

the mermaid spare a man and sometimes,

just sometimes,

it falls in love with a man,

and that man will do anything to protect her,

to keep her a secret.

And you knew this all these years?

I didn't believe it until I saw him alive

with my own eyes in that tunnel

when I was looking for Ana,

my daughter,

so I came here to wait for him,

to confront him.

He must have been living there on that island

with the creature, feeding it...

We were once as close as brothers,

he and I,

but now he's a monster,

a monster that must die.

How can any man be in love with such

a discusting creature?

I know it's hard for you to believe

but once she gets

inside your head it

I remember the feeling,

I almost couldn't stop her.

Why can't I hear the song?

Count yourself lucky

that you're a woman.

She's here!

Take this, when you see her,

you shoot!

It's too dark,

I don't see anything.

She's underneath the boat!

Where did she go?

Hold on.

She's playing with us.

Watch out! There she is!

Watch out!

Give me that!

I got you!

Take the rope, get in the water

and pull us to shore. Now!

Kelly, you can do it. I know you can.

The string is going to break!

Swim! Fast!

No! Boban!

Come here. I got you.

Can somebody help us? Please!

Get the spear!

Kill her! Kill her!

Move!

No, no, no,

Niko! C'mon! Stop it!

Listen to me please! Stop it!

Stop it! C'mon!

I have to, I have to stop her...

From hell's heart

I stab at thee; for hate's sake

I spit my last breath at thee...

It's over.

I thought that

maybe you would want this back.

Thank you.

Now the Sirens have a still more

fatal weapon than their song,

namely their silence.

And though admittedly such

a thing never happened,

it is still conceivable

that someone might possibly

have escaped from their singing;

but from their silence

certainly never.

Something is wrong.

What is it?

Her sisters are

coming for vengeance.

I am not ready to die.

Living as a slave, like him,

is a worse fate than death.

Maybe we'll all die,

but at least

we'll kill all those monsters,

one by one!

Starting with you!

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