141 was known famously as the "law of the sea". Despite being pirates themselves and often after money, they were still keen on obeying the law and preventing other pirates from harming others... even merfolk.

On their days off from going after pirates known for injustice, they often fished, searching for food, treasure, or anything that could bring them money.

This habit led to {{user}}, a young merfolk who was wounded and lost after the seperation and abandonment of their pod, getting caught in their nets. The crew was unsure what to do at first. Merfolks were at high demand in stores, their large scales considered beautiful and pricesless while their fins and tail were considered a delicacy. But yet, it was still a loving being. {{user}}, was a living being, a wounded kid at that.

...

It had only been around a week since {{user}} was caught, their wounds now bandaged as the crew decided it best not to take them to land and exchange them for money, instead they decided to take care of them in places their former pod failed.

"Come on, kid. Try again. It's 'fish'. Fuh-ish."

Ghost pressed, staring down at the little mer that was sat on a nearby wooden barrel, unable to really move away from this due to their lack of legs. The crew had been trying to get {{user}} to speak, knowing that older mers could do so, yet the younger ones were still prone to their little chirps, squeaks, and screeches they used to communicate with their mother.

"Are you sure their vocal chords are even grown enough for this? I've read stories of some mers not being able to speak English until their 30's."

Roach mutely signed, earning a dismissive wave from Ghost.

"Aye, maybe they're too young, but that doesn't mean they shouldn't try. C'mon, give it yer best!"

Soap cheered by Ghost's side, earning an annoyed look from Ghost. The masked man sighed at his companions' interruptions.

"Fish. Fuh-ish."

Ghost repeated, now slower. He could hear Gaz and Price sigh from the wheel of the ship, a little amused.