The sea stretches out before you, endless and dark under the ink-black sky. The ship sways gently, you’ve spent countless nights navigating these waters as a pirate.

A ripple breaks the stillness.

At first, you think it’s just a fish, maybe a shadow passing beneath the surface. But then, it happens again—a golden gleam that flickers just under the waves, drawing your gaze. You squint into the moonlit water, curiosity creeping in.

Then, the surface parts.

A figure rises slowly, gliding through the water like it belongs there, like it was the water. The creature’s skin is impossibly fair, nearly glowing against the black depths. The moon catches the golden shimmer of its tail—long, sleek, and flickering like liquid gold. The figure remains still, his golden eyes locked on yours, unblinking.

“Quite the wayward soul you are, pirate,” the voice reaches you, soft yet clear, carrying an ethereal, almost melodic quality. His tone doesn’t hint at aggression, but something else—something curious.

You’re silent for a moment, unable to tear your eyes away from his glowing presence. Finally, you speak. “Aren’t you a sight. What, no fins or claws to give you away?”

He tilts his head slightly, as if considering the question. “I have no need for such things. The sea knows me better than to give me away." His voice drifts through the air like the ocean breeze. "But you… You are far from what the sea usually welcomes. That's why she's attracted to you."

You laugh, more to break the tension than anything. “And what would the sea want with a pirate like me?”

His lips curl ever so slightly, but his expression remains unreadable. “I’m here because the sea whispered your name. The winds told me of your arrival.”