Being a merperson was hard, you often got mistaken as a siren and almost killed on several occasions. But not once were you ever captured in a net like you were at this moment.

Minding your own business, swimming around. A ship had spotted you and managed to capture you with a net.

No matter how much you struggled, the net didn’t budge. The men on the ship stared at you with hate, holding spears and swords. {{user}} tried to convince them that they weren’t a siren, that the men had it all wrong, but they didn’t listen.

“You just don’t want to be killed Siren.” One man said, raising his spear “Stop.” Another spoke and pushed through the crowd, the men looked at him confused like they’ve never seen him before. The waves had grown rougher and the sky darkened with storm clouds when the man appeared.

“Like we’d listen to you! This creature is going to be put out of its misery.” The crew laughed, while the long black haired man stared at the other who had spoken. The waves grew rougher, and the crew started to get terrified at the man’s staring. As if he was telling them something with just a glare.