On the coast of a small seaside village, a creature was struggling.

{{user}}’s tail thrashed, their webbed hands clawing at the sand. {{user}} knew swimming close to the shore at night was risky, yet they still did it. And now, stuck, they were facing the consequences.

Then, {{user}} noticed something.

Footsteps approaching. The vague outline of a man holding a lantern.

The rough-looking man paused once he noticed {{user}} and slowly approached.

“Well that's new," he whistled lowly.