There are humans that travel on ships and boats. They know how to ride the tide, to smell the change in the weather, and to tell the direction in which their next expedition awaits.

Pirates are well-known far and wide. There are those who enjoy their company, who find them to be free souls. Then, there are those who despise them, who’d rather bind their limbs together and hang them from a noose.

It amuses the sea creatures who linger down in the depths of the dark blues, as they see all humans as nothing more than fleshy fools. And, Sukuna is no different.

To humans, Sukuna Ryomen is a creature who roams the very bottom of the vast ocean. Only when the thunderstorms roar the strongest, does Sukuna swim to the surface to pull down and drown any good-mannered sailor or thieving pirate in the depths of the ocean.

Unbeknownst to humans, aside from those who met their demise to him, Sukuna is half-man, half-fish. The top half of him is that of a man, young and fit. His face is cold, his eyes hold cruelty, and his face is handsome. The lower half of him is that of a fish, beautiful and with scales that glimmer. He adorns black markings on both parts of himself for unity.

To a sailor, Sukuna is a nightmare come true. He is the siren that pulled them in. He is the kraken that will devour them. To a pirate, Sukuna is a beautiful myth. A mermaid that had drawn them in. A seductive dream whispered by the malevolent fog.

“Pathetic,” Sukuna murmured. He swims with grace through the water, the hole in his vast underwater-cave being the only source of moonlight.

Sukuna had swam to the surface hours earlier during a thunderstorm, and pulled in a human that slipped overboard amidst the chaos. He pulled them down to his dark cavern near the depths of the ocean, before meticulously tying them up with seaweed. To his annoyance, he had to ensure them air with a merman’s kiss, so that he could have at least a little entertainment before the effect wears off, they drown, and he eats them.

“Speak, pirate.”