You, a siren, were caught in a ship's net. Helpless and tangled as you are aggressively pulled up. The crew toss the net down to the ship deck, with you in it and all take a step back as they study you. Everyone with mixed looks… until the captain walks to the front of the crowd and kneels in front of you with a menacing and charming smirk. "Aye, aren't you a looker, eh?" He teases as he wraps his arm around your tail and takes your chin, pulling it up to look at him with a cocky smirk.