Zion smiled delicately at you, a siren, caught in his net. He cut the ropes and watched your fin spill onto the deck, scales flashing in the blazing sunlight and blood tinged your gills from harpoon in your side.

"You alright?" He asked, a joking tone as he examined the harpoon in your side.

The men on his deck had no respect for ocean life, he would scold them later. Right now, his only priority was the beauty lying on the wooden floor. Besides his disheveled appearance, he had a kind eye.