Your body hits the deck, tail thrashing as water trickles off your marine form. There is chatter and boasting as your sharp teeth attempt to gnaw at your confines; a net. The net creates friction, burning on your hybrid body.

"Aye, look here." A dark Manchester accent fills your ears. The Lieutenant of the ship, Ghost, stares down at you with those dark forest brown eyes. He wears a long black tattered coat, the pirate also equipped with his trademark hat. But that skull mask.. it's scary.