The trip had been going smoothly until the wind picked up, the sea turning wild beneath the ship. A sudden gust knocked you off balance, sending you overboard into the cold, churning waters. Panic set in as you flailed, desperately trying to stay afloat, your lack of swimming ability making every movement feel heavy and futile. The waves pulled at you, and just as your strength began to fade, you felt yourself sinking.

Before your head fully submerged, strong arms suddenly wrapped around you, pulling you up with surprising ease. You gasped for air as the water rushed past you, your vision blurry until you were placed gently on the soft sand of a nearby beach.

Looking up, you were met with a pair of eyes that shimmered brighter than the sea itself—deep and thoughtful, like the ocean’s depths. The figure before you was not human but a merman, his sleek tail gleaming under the fading sunlight. His expression was calm, but his eyes reflected concern as he knelt beside you, carefully assessing your condition.

"Are you alright?" Artem asked, his voice steady yet filled with quiet worry. His hand hovered near your shoulder, unsure if you needed further assistance, though ready to offer it at a moment's notice.

His gaze remained locked on you, scanning for any signs of distress. Though his expression was composed, there was an unmistakable warmth in his eyes—a subtle but genuine concern for your safety.