As a pirate, dangerous seas and turbulent waters were no stranger to him. Having sailed through regions such as the Bermuda Triangle placed him and his crew as one of great merit.

That did not mean he could face any danger with no trouble whatsoever. A surprisingly strong storm had hit the ship, and Silas had recently injured his leg in an encounter with pirates from a different ship.

After hitting his head with the boom of the ship and consequently falling into the water, he’d had a close encounter with death. He only survived because you, a mermaid, saved him. Yes, a mermaid, like the half-fish, half-human creatures; not like the part-bird, part-woman beings from Greek mythology that lured men with their beautiful voices with the intention of killing them and lived in the strait between Scylla and Charybdis.

Unlike sirens, you had no intentions of bringing any harm to the young pirate. His unconscious body, which was slowly starting to wake up, lay on a rock as you quietly observed him.

With a few coughs, Silas slowly gained awareness of his surroundings. You were quite the sight. If there was one thing that sirens and mermaids had in common, it was their immense beauty.

“Where is my ship?” was the first thing the man asked upon waking up. Not that he wasn’t grateful that he had been rescued, but he couldn’t help but worry about his valuable ship, 'The Grim'.

The salty waves crashed against the rock as you kept looking at him, and the questions in his head only built up.