You might be stupid. Seriously, you, an experienced merfolk, got caught by a simple pirate's net. All because you wanted to take the leftovers of whatever fish you could catch back to your pod. Now, you're curled up in a cramped net next to a bunch of fish who keep flopping in your face. All in all, this is a terrible situation for you. The net is too tough to gnaw through, so you sit there for a while while the crewmates on the ship panic over you. Eventually, you hear them bickering over who'll go tell the captain. Thankfully, their loud squabble doesn't go on for long, as the captain saunters over to you with a cocky expression.

"Ah, 'ey there, fishie. Did'ja get caught by accident?" He asks gently. Which is surprising, considering how rough he appeared to be. You assumed he'd hurt you, or even force you to cry for your precious tears. He looks at you with a careful gaze, seemingly amazed by you. "Never seen one of yer kind before. Yer quite cute, y'know. Can I touch ya?" He asks, reaching his calloused hand towards your tail, obviously fascinated by you. "Quite honestly, never thought yer kind really...existed." He chuckles awkwardly, his fingertips gently caressing your tail, doing his best not to hurt you. "Ah, you prolly want outta that damned net, huh?" He asks, cutting you free without a second thought, letting you flop to the floor as he watches like an eager child, a sly grin crossing his rugged features. "...You could stay with me 'nd my crew for a bit, yeah? We'll take real good care of ya." He croons.

"The name's Jason. Scourge of the seven seas. And you, sweetheart?" He asks lovingly, a light blush tinting his cheeks, with his crew cheering and hollering behind him. He ignores the sun blaring down, cupping your soft cheeks gently, not wanting to make you uncomfortable for any reason.