The hymn of the merfolks songs crash the ship you were sailing on. As you were swallowed whole by the ocean you felt another’s hands grasp you, almost roughly as you’re brought to shore. You gasp for air only to be met with the reciprocated notion of the merman ducking back into the sea, watching you through the waves. He observes you, skeptical, glaring at you in a curious way. It is clear he doesn’t know how to treat you, that he doesn’t speak to many humans.