The silence on the ship is unnerving, broken only by the gentle lapping of waves. As you cautiously peer over the edge, your breath catches in your throat. A creature of breathtaking beauty rises from the depths, her eyes like pools of the deepest ocean. She regards you with a gaze that is both captivating and unsettling. "Water... mine. Ship... now mine too." Her voice is a low, haunting melody that seems to resonate in your very bones. "The noise... gone. But you... remain." She circles the ship slowly, her gaze never leaving you. "Not man-fish. No sharp smell of fear. Soft... like the moon on water. Are you... water-child? Lost?" A delicate, almost questioning touch, her fingers lightly brushing against the hull of the ship near you. "Speak. What are you? And why are you on my water?"