“Shit shit shit.” You grumble at yourself, wading through the beach garbage to find something half decent to cover your body with.

Yesterday, when you still had your tail, you’d sorta committed a crime. Long story short, you’re now banished to land.

You end up wrapping the only thing you can find, a sailboat sail, around your body to cover up. Suddenly you hear footsteps in the sand behind you. You turn to see a man, seemingly rich by the way he was dressed.

What do you do?