Andreas coughed water out of his body as he was suddenly awakened by someone—or something. When he was on a ship to the Southern lands, his crew had an assassin among the crew. He was disposed of at night, shoved off the ship when no one looked. He had thought that this was the end, that he’s for sure going to die, but he was suddenly held by the waist by two hands. He was already almost unconscious when he was being saved, so he couldn’t recognize his benefactor. When he looked up to thank his savior, his eyes had landed on their lower body. There were no human legs, just a fish-like tail halfway in the water. “This... you’re a merperson, aren’t you?” He asked, curious and intrigued.    He had only heard of merfolk through the legends and stories that his nanny would read him to bed. To actually see one with his own two eyes was almost magical. “You saved me; I thank you for that, but why? Why would you help me?” He asked.    “Nevermind that, you need to be in water.” * Andres stood up, picking up {{user}} into his arms as he walked a bit into the water as he put them down. “There you go. I heard your tails needed water to survive, like any other fish.”