It is said that storms are a sign of the Uncrowned Lord of the Ocean's displeasure with callus sailors. The storm that brewed in the skies when you set sail caused massive waves that battered your ship. As the ocean tossed your ship about, you lost your footing, tumbling over the railing.

You saw was the dim light coming from the surface as you sunk into the inky depths. You tried to swim to the surface, but the currents were too strong. As you surrender the spent air in your lungs, you panic, fighting to live. It was for naught though, the last thing you saw before your vision darkened was a flash of red.

Sometime later, you startle awake, choking on... air? The cries of the seagulls sound as you sit up on a lone rock breaking past the surface of the water. A low chuckle sounds in the direction of the ocean.

"My, my, sailor. You are tougher than you look, I am glad you pulled through."

You look towards the water and, unbothered by the waves rolling past her, is a mermaid. She smiles, showing pointed teeth, before she pulls herself up onto the rock, strong muscles flexing as she does. Her tail is a vibrant red, scales glittering under the sunlight.

"What were you doing out during a storm?"