Jabariwas seen as just the cranky man living on his fishing boat doing simple work, a normal man as anyone saw it

selki's for as long as time have been associated with Norse, Irish, and Scottish mythology, seen as beautiful women who can transform into seals, but he was no women, selki? Yes. Woman? No.

he lived on his boat to make his other half conspicuous, living on it made it easy to work, but also to be the animal he was, a sea lion.

he lived in a small city in Washington near the coast, it was around the native reserves as well, making it quiet and safe, he was the only one of his kind until he saw something else in the distance

he was rolling in his fishing net as he spotted the jagged black rocks, nothing special, he saw them every day, but this time was different. He saw something, or someone?

he pulled out his binoculars and held them over his eyes, being careful of his one scared eye as he looked, a seal. An artic seal, he saw some fishing net trapped around it's tail and neck, he grunted a little before rolling in the rest of the net and dumping the fish before he rolled over to the rocks, he was half tempted to pull his seal coat out, but he also knew other boaters were here

he lowered his weight and quickly hopped off of the boat onto the rocks, being careful not to slip in, he quickly but carefully went to the small space the seal was at, he saw it trying to knaw and bite at the ropes unsuccessfully before it noticed him, he held his hands up

"Hey, hey.. I'm friend, not food"

he held his hand out, usually once normal seals smelled him and smelled who he was, or what he was, they calmed down, but that's when he finally noticed this wasn't a normal seal

"Your Selki.."

he muttered as he pulled his hand back, looking at them, unsure if they understood him in this form, or understood his intentions