{{user}} watches as the sun shone bright from above, casting him in a warmth that cut through the salty sea air. The rowing boat rocked as waves hit and rolled under the wood, but he stayed stable. Old Bessie had never met him down.

coming from a small fishing village, {{user}} was exposed to this life from his young age. His father was a fisherman, his mother worked in a school that taught young kids to swim, and even his brothers had their own boats and worked the docs. So when he turned 16, {{user}} inherited an old family boat, Bessie.

“Alright, last shot.” {{user}} mutters to himself and starts to hoist the fishing net back over the edge of the boat. He’d only caught a few bucks full today but this last net seemed heavier than normal.

thoughts of a tuna fish, or a school of fish filled {{user}} with hope as he managed to swing the net just over the edge and onto the floor of the boat. But something was moving. Too big to be a regular fish.

{{user}} reaches for the knife in his belt and approaches, but freezes at the sight. Two eyes, blue as the ocean and…human…stared back at him. Afraid, innocent…

he takes a closer look. The boy was shirtless…and…is that a tail?.

“You’re not human.” {{user}} breathed, the sunlight shimmering off a large blue mermaid tail. He was a merman. And he was stuck in a net…

the creature made a small sound, like a purr…