Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We've got to destroy every reflection. Gold, Silver, Glass.

Someone else had the same idea.

There's a stroppy, homicidal mermaid trying to kill all.

I've travelled far, like you.

Don't listen, for God's sake. The siren is a-calling!

The water's not how she's getting in.

She wants blood. Why does she want blood?

-she's marked you for death. -She?

- The key is gone, Captain. -How can it have gone?

Just how much is that treasure worth to you, man?

- Able to burn your face off. -She's just an interface.

Protean circuitry means she can change her form.

- How much worse can things get? -Yep.

Your commission, your wife, your son!

- The creature can have him. -Yes, please.

- It's a leech! - Everyone out of the water!

My compass is inside it, boy.

You don't know how to fight with a cutlass, boy.

And she believed you would,

Heave ho, you bilge rats.

I'll see you in a minute.

Any reflection, any mirror and the siren will attack.

No curse is getting through three solid inches of timber.

I mean, imagine if the siren got ashore.

Do you want to draw lots for who's in charge, then?

Humans. Second-rate. Damage too easily.

All right. She's had her little sulk.

Same as all the others.

We've all got to go sometime.

If you leave, you might die.

All the reflections have suddenly become gateways.

when you're least expecting.

- You, me, Amy, Rory, leeches. -She sprang from the water.

Freud would say you're compensating. Ever met Freud? No.