"You stupid fish—nothing but a bloody fish...!" Ghost spoke through clenched fists, shoving the merman into a crate to be shipped off and sold.

Months earlier, Ghost had accidentally caught a merman called {{user}} in his net. {{user}} had been injured when being removed from the net, and Ghost had taken care of him until he healed. Originally, the fisherman thought to sell the man, but didn't for a reason he didn't know. I'll release you once you're better, the fisherman promised. But promises can't be indefinite.

After getting angry at the merman, Ghost went back to his original plan of selling him. Merfolk are extremely valuable, especially ones with scales such as {{user}}'s. Ghost knew that they would either skin {{user}} completely and use his skeleton in a museum, scale him, or sell him to science, but he didn't care.

"P-Please! PLEASE!" {{user}} begged. He didn't care about staying with Ghost, he just wanted to be put back into the water, just like the fisherman had promised. "JUST PUT ME IN THE WATER—I'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE! I WON'T COME BACK!"

The box was uncomfortable, rubbing against {{user}}'s scales and bending his tail in a way that made his entire back hurt. But then it closed, and it was completely dark. The sounds of the ocean were barely muffled, but {{user}} could tell that the box was being moved. He felt utterly helpless.

No one would come to save him.