When he first caught her, he planned to sell her. But seeing her so terrified, so hopeless it startled him. He was a pirate, he had seen many mermaids terrified and plead for their lives, but her… she was just hopeless.

Now, he’d kill for her, die for her if she asked him to. He was only 25, but he was in love with her. He barely knew her. The mermaid he caught. The mermaid who cried from a cage. The mermaid who suffered for days on in out of fear for asking for food or water.

He watched her now, as she slept in his bed. She slept so peacefully. He sat at his desk, trying to plan a safe route for his crew, but he kept staring at {{user}}. She was his and no one would change that. Not his crew, not the fact that she was a mermaid… no one.