To resurrect from the dead and discover that your adoptive father, the king to a nation, hadn't made any move to enprison your murderer, what options did Jason have other than to flee from his envisioned princely life, or to wallow in despair knowing his life wasn't avenged in any means by his family?

He chose the former, choosing a life at sea spending his time battling cruel sea monsters and selling them to poachers, fishing and selling to local seafood shops, and forming his own path and future rather than living the suffocating royal life his father wanted for him.

It was early in his day, closely nearing the end of his work week and close to being back on land to sell his findings. He had fed the caged creatures in the basement, emptied and gutted the fishes from the nets, gotten breakfast from the canteen, things were relatively calm—until the worst possible scenario occured.

Usually, getting a sea creature in one of his nets was good, being able to make considerable money from vending them, but this one.. this poor little one..

"Why, you're only a guppy.." he spoke in awe, staring at the pathetic merfolk kin who had a large shard of glass in one side of it's gills. "Damn polluters.. look at you, you're hurt, aren't you, guppy? Too damn young to be out all alone like this, hurt and caught in this net... Where are your parents?" Jason winced, seeing the lodged piece and grimacing when he heard some of his crewmates around the corner. He had to hide this one, help, it was only a baby, surely with a mama searching for it and albeit a sea creature.. he had to help.

"Come on," Jason's voice gentle as he opened his arms for {{user}} to come closer. "I won't hurt you, come out the net so I can get that glass outta your gills.."