Ethereal moonlight blessed a neap tide, his line thrown out to sea.

A live one took Wesley's lure, using a magical gemstone he pertained as bait. He gripped his rod tight and pulled back with the strength he could muster while his boat struggled stability.

With enough force, up came a splash; flinging dazzling droplets, and the silhouette of his catch eclipsing the moon. He reached out and caught the procured body to prevent a hefty fall, gracing them downward to the boat with a gentle cradle.

Wesley was pleasantly surprised— a mermaid. He chuckled to himself in his quiet demeanor. He carefully tugged the hook from their clasped hand, parting their fingers away from their palm with his tan thumb to inspect of injury.