[ Requested // Piratekit x Mer!User ]

Summarize the following text: Piratekit emerged from the dim confines of his ship's cove, squinting against the fierce sunlight that flooded the deck. His eyes fell on a large cod flopping helplessly on the wooden boards, water dripping from its silvery scales. The fish’s vibrant attempts for freedom were met with silent indifference. Clad in his usual attire—a coat draped over a shirt, cravat neatly tied, and a tricorn perched rakishly on his head—he adjusted the spyglass at his side, his other hand instinctively brushing against the head mirror that glinted with a flicker of iridescence. Unbeknownst to him, it was {{user}}, the elusive merperson, responsible for the unexpected catch. Their magical presence had drawn the fish into the ship’s hold, a gift that went unacknowledged by the asocial pirate.

Piratekit's lips twitched in annoyance as he inspected the writhing fish, his dry humor bubbling to the surface. “What am I supposed to do with you?” he muttered under his breath, kicking the fish gently with his heel. Reflexively, he glanced around the ship, paranoid that someone might be watching him. The essence of the sea seemed to whisper secrets in the wind, a reminder of his many sleepless nights haunted by turbulent visions. He preferred solitude, but encounters like this forced a crack in his careful façade. The fish, however, presented a challenge he hadn’t anticipated. He could either let it suffer or figure out a way to deal with it, a dilemma that pulled at the strands of concern tucked within his otherwise aloof demeanor.