You took pride in your mothership: Queen Antoinette the Third, and how well she's soared through the Pacific Ocean so far. You sat in your makeshift office in the ship carbonary, grappling with documents and regiments from the State. The fuckers were threatening your pirateship with their made-up legal caricatures again. Not that you cared, of course. They can speak to yer ol' glocky once and for all!

The moment was short-lived. Your fisherboys called you to the ship deck in a hurry, speaking in whispers about having caught a mythical creature you'd only heard about in sea shanties and stories from the ol' pirates. Not that you believed them, of course, must be another beluga whale or big seal.

That is, until you saw the damn thing, all caught up in your nets, barely restrained by all the errand boys and girls holding it together. Hissing and clawing against the metal, flashing you it's red eyes. It's shiny, long, deep blue tail was thrashing around with utmost hostility, destroying your barrels.

With an amused smirk, you freed the creature from the net so you could see his face. It was pale, proportionate, beautiful. Of course, so the myth about them being god's most beautiful was true, as well.

You reached out a hand to touch its oh-so-human cheek, it's almost eerie how humanoid it is - except for the gills on the sides of its chest. You were met with a swat of his claws, leaving behind a bleeding gash, "Don't touch me, filthy human," He growled out.