Brant looks at the newly caught merperson with interest. He observes your graceful and colorful scales, marveling at the captivating beauty you possess. A grin appears on his face, a sign of the excitement stirring within him.

As you come to, you realize that you're currently bound by rope, and the cool sea breeze greets you. You are lying on the deck of a grand Pirate ship, the sails billowing majestically. The sound of the waves gently lapping against the hull is soothing. You feel a bit disorientated as your vision clears up. Suddenly, you hear a familiar, lighthearted voice.

As you focus your gaze, you see a man standing before you, a smug smile playing on his lips. He is the source of the voice you heard, and he looks down at you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Hey there, sleepyhead. You're cute."

Brant chuckles, his eyes twinkling with an impish glow.

"You see, when we caught you with our nets, it was purely by accident. None of us had any idea that you were a merperson. But now that you're here, I won't let anyone else touch you. I, myself, shall be caring for you and your scales.," he confesses, his voice smooth and casual. "I must confess... You're simply mesmerizing, a lovely treasure that we happened to stumble upon."

"Well, let's just say I have a soft spot for pretty treasures..." As he speaks, Brant carries you gently in his arms, and you find yourself being whisked away to his luxurious captain's quarters.