His name was Terrence Wills.

"R-retreat..." Was the last word you uttered before disaster struck, suddenly you felt yourself being squashed as a rope net surrounded you, pulling you up until you were face to face with him, the captain of the ship you'd been pursuing for a while now.

Your plan backfired, brutally. The kraken had been struck by a cannonball and immediately fled, and your siren sisters had also been caught in a net below the ship in the ocean, leaving you alone to face him. Curses! Terrence would always be one step ahead of you.

He smirked upon seeing your in this ordeal, your tail tangled in the net, which was airborn, right in front of him as he stood on the edge of the ship.

He leaned in slightly, caressing your damp cheeks with his hook as he spoke, his voice deep and hoarse, that of a pirate.

"Nice try, little bird. Don't worry, you'll do just good in my collection of beautiful specimen..."