the seawater had never looked so cristalline to Wriothesley's icy gaze; his ship gently lulled itself amidst the tranquil waves, the warm Caribbean breeze caressing the pirate's scarred collarbone, making him scoff slightly. He was a brute, or at least that was what many would say to describe him

uncouth, brute, with no manners, filthy mouthed... Wriothesley was a pirate, in all aspects: scarred, broad, tall, lean. His toxic attire had something good looking people couldn't exactly pinpoint on him

He had sailed all the seven seas, had seen everything on land...and yet, what caught his attention was an iridescent flicker of scales beneath the water blessed by the moonlight. A splash, another flicker, and a head emerging from the surface. Wriothesley had never a mermaid in all his life, and he whistles to catch the creature's attention

"Oi! come here!"