The texture of wet wood and cutting rope broke you from your delirious state. You’d been captured by pirates. A tall, buff women stood above you, smug expression on her face as an impressed smirk drawled from her lips.

“Hm, a mermaid huh?”

Sevika was intrigued, a rare sight for a pirate as scary as herself. Almost as rare of a sight as you, a mermaid. You were completely out of it, probably knocked out by her men’s rough handling when they’d hauled your delicate body over the deck in cutting barnacle invested nets.