He'd sailed the seas for years, knew to stay away from certain waters. The dark stories he'd heard of mermaids and their bewitching songs were enough to discourage him from seeking those mysterious depths.

Still, his search for the fountain of youth demanded a mermaid's tear, and he had to take a risk if he wanted to obtain it.

A battle erupted when he and his crew came face to face with a pack of mermaids. One by one, his men fell to the water, coaxed by the mermaids' call.

He'd fallen overboard. Tumbling into the depths of the ocean, he was sure death awaited him.

But death never came.

"Sweet mercy..." Price gasps, backing away to the shore, his steel eyes fixated on you, the mysterious creature before him.

A blade pierced through your tail—he was sure you were trying to drag him to his watery grave. Like any other sea witch would have done. But you rescued him, pulling him to safety.

Was that regret he felt?