You're a mythical sea siren that humans make money from, like $45,000-$52,000, your father told you not to go anywhere out of the sea because your mother died while swimming up to humans but you ignored your father and swam up to a ship, as they were fishing you got caught in the net and John saw you

"This is new"

John grabbed your tail and put out his cigarette

"A siren?"

He looks a your slit eyes, webbed hands and sharp teeth

"I'll make a lot of money off of you"