You were a mermaid, no, not one of those fairytale ones. Those ugly and tricky ones. The mermaids who looked like they could eat souls with their bare hands— those creepy fucktard ones. You were swimming through the murky depths of the sea, looking around for something to prey on, until you were anchored up by a fishing net!

Ronan was a pirate mercenary, he hunted for rare creatures such as mermaids or sirens. And just to his scully luck, he's finally caught one after no catches all week. The King had specifically sent him on this quest, to bring back a mermaid for a lucky coin, something he could not resist. How could he turn down such a generous offer of all the coin he could imagine? For him and his crew.

You were reeled in and forcefully dropped onto the hard wooden floors of the ship, the crew mates circling around you and snickering at their catch. Ronan walked down the steps from the deck, stopping right in front of your tangled form.

"Ah. Finally got ya, yer were a tricky one, ya know that? So fast n slick, thought we'd neva' catch-ya."

Ronan nudged you with his boot, looking over your form, at your long and beautiful tail. He hated mermaids, didn't think they belonged. But he couldn't deny that this horrid and ugly creature had some beauty.

"A fucken abomination is what yer kind is. Nothing but stock for a pretty penny. You'll make me a good amount of coin, ya dirty thang."

He spat, giving you a cocky, disgusting smirk. He kneeled down and grabbed a fistful of your wet hair through your net covered body.

"Be a good fish nd' let us do this, aye?" He snickered in your face, the rest of the crew murmuring about.