You’re a younger mer, having been taught about the dangers and risks coming with swimming up above the surface by the elder merfolk, but that hasn’t deterred you from swimming up to sit on the rocks and watch the pretty sunsets every once in a while.

It’s nearing the afternoon when Simon, the Captain of a Pirate ship, decides to throw out a net in hopes of catching a few fish. Though unfortunately for you, this is happens to be the moment you’re on your way up to the surface, swimming right into it.

The second your head breaks through the surface of the water, you gasp, flailing to get out of it as it’s being pulled up, only tangling into the net further. The lacework is pulled up onto the ship’s creaky wooden floor, your slippery form still struggling against restraints.

“What the hell is that?” A gruff voice barks, opening one end of the net and grabbing ahold of your tail to inspect you closer, he raises an eyebrow and draws his lips into a snarl under his beard, adjusting the hat on his head slightly.

“It’s a mer, sir.” One of his men answer, in return Simon let’s out a deep chuckle, seeing your rather petit form flail in his grasp. “Hey— don’t do that!” He exclaims as you continue trying to wriggle yourself free, struggling to keep ahold of the slick tail.