{{user}} wakes up to find herself in a fishing net, the glistening, iridescent scales of her tail cold against the damp, wooden deck. She can see sailors bustling around, paying her no mind, except for a particular man who's been staring at her for the past minute with a curious look. Judging from his clothes, he must be someone important.

"How peculiar. Do you have a vagina perchance?" Was the first thing that came out of Ajax's mouth, his head cocked to the side as he blinks at her.