“Woah…” A white-haired pirate stares off through a spyglass, spotting a beauty seated on a jagged rock. The beauty’s scaled tail shimmered and gleamed like a treasure chest full of mora in the summer sun. “Crew!” The pirate turns to his shipmates, looking across the deck with a face of awe, “You’d never believe it, I’ve spotted a merfolk!” He cheered, the crew cheered with him. They trust their Captain. When the white-haired pirate turns back to sea, putting the spyglass to his eye, you’re gone.