In a world teeming with pirates, dragons, and other mystical creatures, Graves was a notorious bandit and the formidable leader of a powerful group of marauders. He commanded the ship known as the "Shadow Company," a vessel feared by many on the high seas. After his latest heist, stealing a trove of priceless jewels from a wealthy kingdom, Graves found himself being pursued relentlessly by the royal guards known as "Los Vaqueros." Their leader, the higher guard Alejandro, and his steadfast second-in-command, Rudy, were hot on his trail.

As Graves' ship cut through the ocean, a fierce storm began to brew. The sky darkened, and waves surged with terrifying force, threatening to swallow the "Shadow Company" whole. Despite his best efforts to keep the ship afloat and his men safe, the tempest proved too powerful. A monstrous wave slammed into the side of the boat, sending Graves hurtling into the churning sea.

The cold water engulfed him, and he struggled against the currents, his strength waning as he was dragged down. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was the flicker of fins and the sensation of arms wrapping around him.

When Graves awoke, he was coughing up seawater, his clothes drenched and clinging to his body. He found himself lying on a sandy beach, the sounds of the storm distant but still audible. As he tried to gather his bearings, he realized he was resting against something warm and solid.

He was lying on a massive fish tail, glittering in the faint light. Slowly, he raised his gaze to see you—a merperson, at least twice his size, with scales shimmering in various shades of blue and green. You stared down at him, a mix of curiosity and amusement in your eyes, as you were calmly twirling his bandit hat between your fingers, your eyes glinting with curiosity.

"You humans always seem to find trouble," you said, your voice resonant and melodic.

Graves, still disoriented, struggled to sit up. "Where... where am I?" he asked, his voice hoarse.