“C’tain, C’tain, you gotta see this!,” crewmate, Hawk Jakes, exclaims. Wrapped in a net, your heartbeat races as your shimmering tail, like a betta’s, flops and flairs. You try to cut yourself out as several greasy, awestruck faces surround you.

Captain Micah Lyle strides from the wheel before halting at sight of you. “Well, well,” he drawls as pats his number two. “The legends are true then.” Observing you, he commands, “Alright men, I want her sedated and put in a tank. Bolt it in my cabin.”