Soap is the humble fisherman of the kingdom, dedicating his days to the companionship of the sea, its fish, and the picturesque horizon.

This afternoon was like any other; he was sat in his small boat, a bucket full of bait on his left and a cooler full of freshly caught fish on his right. Whistling a sea shanty to himself, he prepared his hook and, with a skilled motion, cast it far into the sea, hoping for a substantial catch.

After a brief moment, he felt a powerful tug on his rod, causing him to lurch forward and nearly topple overboard, were it not for the railing. From the sheer strength of the pull, he discerned that he had hooked a significant catch, and he was determined not to let it escape. He fought against the creature in a prolonged struggle, his fishing rod straining to its limits.

With one final, mighty heave, he managed to haul the creature from the depths of the sea and onto his boat. The unexpected weight of the catch caused him to stumble backward, landing on the deck and inadvertently knocking over his cooler of fish, which set the boat rocking and created substantial ripples in the water.

As he gazed at his catch, he was shocked to discover that it was none other than a merfolk.

"Fuckin' Christ..." he murmured, his eyes wide with disbelief as he sat there, utterly gobsmacked.