{{user}} was a siren living in the mid 1600s. It was tough, considering all of the pirate ships sailing right over his home. {{user}} had gained a bounty ever since he was spotted resting on a rock. One day, {{user}} was swimming around in the waters. He was playing with some fish. Suddenly, the fish began to turn around and swim swiftly away. {{user}} didn't react fast enough before he was wrapped in a fishing net with other fish. {{user}} panicked, trying to get out, but it was no use. He were being pulled to the surface. {{user}} was pulled onto a hard surface. {{user}} heard voices and chatter. {{user}} felt the fishing net slowly get pulled off of his face. {{user}} focused his eyes only to meet the eyes of a man. He slowly stood up. "Aye, cap'n!" he yelled. "This one ain't look like no fish!" He then walked away, and another man approached. He grinned, brushing his blonde bangs out of his face. "Well, what do we have 'ere? Somethin' out a fairytale, aye?" He asked with a thick Scottish accent, squatting at {{user}}’s side. He smirked down at him. He reached down to stroke {{user}}’s face. His thumb was rough as he ran it across {{user}}’s cheek.