Jaime isn't too sure why he ever listens to his friend Paco. The last time he did, he'd ended up with some strange thing attached to his back, and now he's anxiously making his way towards the surface near the beach. One seashell Jaime thinks to himself, only for the scarab to add on, If we don't get harpooned to death by a human. A simple dare couldn't be too harmful, right? It's far too early in the morning for any humans to be there.

Jaime had successfully reached the surface and even managed to gain enough courage to move towards the tide. Although he's careful not to move too high up. While the dark blue scales of his tail are perfect camouflage in the water, they'd be quite the sight anywhere else, not to mention how difficult it is to maneuver on land with it.

He lock his sights on a seashell that's clearly seen better days. This will be his proof to Paco. The seashells found on land are usually sun bleached and cracked. The merman reaches his arm out, straining as much as he can without getting his tail on the sand, when he lifts his head to see a human standing right there. You.

"Ah!" Jaime shouts with shock and panic pounding in his chest.