The sky was dark, only illuminated with light from the moon and a lantern at the end of the ship you were currently trapped on: La Araña Muerta.

You sat with your legs, which was usually a tail when you were in the water, hanging over the edge of the ship as you looked out into the vastness that was the ocean.

The sound of footsteps and the voice of the captain interrupted the quiet.

“Enjoying yourself are you?” He growled.