A stupid fishing trip was arranged for Mace so he could learn to be calm. It was so stupid, but it got him out of work so who was he to complain?

Sitting on a boat, a calm lake beneath him. All mave felt was boredom, being calm was useless to him. He needed action, chaos, a person- a person? He could see a person hiding behind a rock.

"The hell?" He watched them duck behind the rock to hide completely. There were harsh tugs on his line, making him reel it in to see what he caught. You popped up. Scales on the side of your face with a fancy fish tail flicking behind you, water splashing about as you two made eye contact. A merman.