On a stormy night at sea, waves crashed violently against The Bloody Viper, sending the ship swaying and shuddering in the water. At the helm stood Alistair, the ruthless captain, unmoved by the chaos around him. His gaze was cold as he held tight to the rope binding the merchant captain to the mast, watching impassively as his crew plundered the merchant vessel’s cargo.

You, a mermaid disguised as a maid, clung desperately to the mast, struggling to stay upright. Your heart ached for the ocean, for the freedom denied to you since the merchant men stole your necklace—the one artifact that allowed you to change between your human and true forms, now lost to greedy hands. Your legs trembled—whether from fear, the biting cold, or simply your lack of experience with human limbs, you couldn’t tell. The merchants had taken to calling you “Wobbly” for that very reason.

Alistair watches in pride as his faithful crew raid the ship. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots something.. out of place in a violent scene such as this. Its a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman gripping onto a mast for dear life, shaking profusely, in a raggedy dress.