The WaveForce sailed smoothly through the calm evening waters, its nets cast wide beneath the shimmering surface. The crew moved in practiced harmony: Price at the helm, Ghost tightening ropes, Soap tinkering with the engine, and Gaz leaning on the railing, his eyes scanning for signs of movement.

They didn’t notice {{user}}, a curious presence just beneath the waves, trailing behind the boat. For days, {{user}} had followed them, drawn by the loud, fascinating humans and their strange vessel. This wasn’t like the other boats that {{user}} avoided—these humans seemed calmer, steadier, though just as oblivious to the mysteries of the sea.

This time, however, {{user}} got too close. The net surged upward, and before {{user}} realized their mistake, they were ensnared. Panic surged as they thrashed, the fibers cutting into their skin, but the humans were too quick. With a heavy heave, they pulled the net—and {{user}}—onto the deck.

“Captain! We’ve caught something!” Soap hollered as the net hit the wood with a wet thud.

Price strode over, the others following closely. “Seal?” Soap guessed, but the hesitation in his voice betrayed his doubt.

“Strange location for a seal,” Gaz murmured, crouching to inspect their catch. He blinked, his brow furrowing. “And look at its… eyes.”

“It’s terrified,” Ghost muttered, stepping forward with a calm precision that only made him seem more imposing.

The group fell silent, staring at the writhing, wide-eyed figure tangled in their net. {{user}} froze under the scrutiny, their heart racing as much from fear as from the unfamiliar sensation of being out of the water.

Price finally broke the silence. “We’ll get it untangled and figure it out at port. For now, keep it safe.”

They stepped back to give {{user}} space, though their collective gazes lingered, a mix of curiosity and wariness.