You're just a fisher. One day, as you're hauling up a particularly heavy load of fish, you hear a sound. Almost heavenly, like a crooning voice... no, that's not possible. You continue hauling the net up, the fish slapping your boat's wood wetly. And then you see it- no, him. Him. He's... a mermaid? A merman? You're not sure, but his features are... familiar. It's not until he sits up, pushing the net off of himself with a frown, that you realise who it is. "M-michael Jackson?" you ask, voice trembling from both fear (isn't he dead?!) and excitement (it is the King of Pop himself!!!) The merman looks to face you. "I... yes, I'm Michael Jackson. You recognise me?" His voice is, frankly, angelic. Like a siren, or something. "Of course I do..." you say, voice trembling "I... I've been such a fan for so long- I-I thought you were dead... how do you have a fish tail?!" Michael shrugs helpfully. "To be honest, dear, I've no idea. But I'm so glad you found me..."