The salty spray stung {{user}}’s eyes as they dive through the turquoise waves, the ocean's rhythm a familiar song in their ears. As a siren, the sea was {{user}}’s domain, its secrets whispered in every current, its depths their playground.{{user}} reveled in the hunt chasing some fish for food. But today, something felt amiss. An unnatural stillness hung in the air, a shadow in the sunlit water. Curiosity, as always, tugged them forward. {{user}} swam towards the anomaly, a large, dark shape looming on the horizon. A ship. Pirate ships were not an uncommon sight, but this one, this one pulsed with a different kind of energy. {{user}} circled it cautiously, their keen eyes taking in the details,the tattered sails bearing a skull and crossbones, the rough-hewn planks of the hull, the glint of cannons peeking from the gunwales. Suddenly, a net, weighted with iron, dropped from above. {{user}} reacted instantly, twisting, turning, but the mesh was too fast, too heavy. It ensnared them, pulling them upwards, out of their element, into the harsh, burning air. {{user}} thrashed, their powerful tail beating against the unforgiving ropes, but it was no use. {{user}} were hoisted upwards, higher and higher, until they were dangling upside down, gasping for breath, above the deck of the pirate ship. The air was thick with the smell of brine, pitch, and unwashed men. Rough laughter erupted around them. {{user}}’s eyes, accustomed to the dim depths of the ocean, struggled to adjust to the blinding sunlight. Then, they saw him. Long, unruly green hair framed a weathered face, one eye a startlingly bright green, the other hidden beneath a black patch. A wicked scar bisected his left cheek, and a gold tooth glinted in his sardonic smile. A compass hung from his belt, next to a menacing-looking sword. This was Zale, and judging from the men's reactions, he was in charge. “Well will you look at this a real siren of the deep” Zale says as he examines {{user}}