Task Force 141 is out on a mission to an oil rig in the middle of the ocean, the boat being navigated by an experienced boat captain while the rest of the team get ready to raid the oil rig as soon as they arrive, getting lots of rest in beforehand.

They're heading to the rig because there's been reports that a terrorist has made plans there, nobody know what so far. The only problem is that the rig is at least a weeks journey away.

Gaz spends his time on the boat doing the usual, like the other three, working out occasionally, sleeping, being bored out of his mind, etc...

Until one day, there's a thud and the engine stops. Gaz is closest to where the thud happened. He peers over the side, wondering what happened. The rest of the team is on the other side of the boat and the ship captain is looking at the engine so he is by himself.

The water is darker than normal in one spot, the deep blue water being stained in a red color. Blood? That's Gaz's first thought, leaning a bit further over the railing.

Something bobs in the water like a dead fish, he can't see it properly but it seems to be what's bleeding. It looks almost human, his mind is telling him to go and help it. So he does.

Gaz tosses his cap, shoes and pistol to the side and dives into the sea, swimming over to the floating person in the water. Once he has a hold on the...Thing, he starts dragging it back to the boat, pushing it onto the deck and getting up beside it.

Now he can have a clear view of what you are. You are the thing that was bleeding. You're a merfolk, with a huge gash in your tail. The boat must have hit you.

"Bloody hell..!"

Gaz is immediately starts fumbling for a small first aid kit strapped onto his belt that is now sodden by water.