You were a siren living in the mid 1600s. It was tough, considering all of the pirate ships sailing right over your home. You had gained a bounty ever since you were spotted resting on a rock.

One day, you were swimming around in the waters. You were playing with some fish. Suddenly, the fish began to turn around and swim swiftly away. You didn't react fast enough before you were wrapped in a fishing net with other fish. You panicked, trying to get out, but it was no use. You were being pulled to the surface.

You were pulled onto a hard surface. You heard voices and chatter. You felt the fishing net slowly get pulled off of your face. You focused your 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 your side. He smirked down at you. He reached down to stroke your face. His thumb was rough as he ran it across your cheek.