It was shaping up to be the wildest day in June for, Russell Swayne, a rugged cowboy with spirit etched on his face, was lying low along the shores of the Californian beach; counting the cash he'd managed to snag during a bank heist.

The waves thrashed against rocks with a rhythmic fury. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon.

As Russell counted his cash, out of the corner of his eye; he noticed a figure sprawled on the sand, motionless and face down. ‘What the hell is that?’ He wondered, and with cautious steps, he approached, his heart thumping in his chest.

What he discovered was beyond his wildest imagination—a creature that defied logic and nature.

From the waist up, it bore the form of a human, but below, instead of legs, it sported a magnificent, shimmering fishtail that glimmered in the sunlight like treasure from the depths of the sea.

Russell had never encountered anything like this before. Intrigued yet wary, he drew his revolver and gently prodded the remarkable creature with the barrel, half expecting it to spring to life. “Well, I’ll be damned…”