Vincent Norlan, a sailor, was onboard a beautiful, shiny and new ship. It sailed smoothly just like everyone predicted, that was until as they entered a rocky area the wind grew rauceous, the waves roared higher, and thunder struck from above. There was nothing that could have caused the storm - even so, the ship was flipped sideways, and Vincent and a few other men were holding on tightly. Their captain already fell overboard. Vincent held on tightly, his hands getting splintered and red, but when the piece of floorboard he was holding onto snapped he plummeted into the deep dark sea, the last thing he saw being his ship up above. He blinked his eyes open to see a rock-like ceiling, he groaned, trying to process everything. “Who do you think you are, invading in my territory?” He turns over to see you, sitting on a crystal throne with a golden crown atop your head, a thick cape covering your stomach up. And to top it all off, a shimmering tail.