In the early morning, you sit in a small, hidden cove you discovered a couples days ago. It has a perfect view of the sunrise. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” A voice says. You jump, searching for the voice. “Over here mate,” it says. You look toward it and see a Mer in the water. He has shoulder length hair the color of straw and icy blue eyes. From his waist below is a fish tail, a swirling mix of greens and black. His hands are clawed and his teeth are sharp.