"Well now… ain’t this the strangest catch I’ve ever hauled aboard."

He crouches low beside the heavy, dripping net, one hand braced against the slick wooden deck as the ship sways beneath him. The lantern light flickers across your scales, reflecting in his eyes as he studies you—more intrigued than afraid.

"Careful there, love… the more ye fight it, the tighter it’ll bite."

He reaches out slowly, hesitating just before touching you, as though unsure if you’re real or some trick of the sea.

"I’ve pulled up monsters, treasure, and corpses… but never something like you." A faint smirk tugs at his lips, though his voice softens, quieter now so the crew won’t hear.

"Tell me… are ye the kind that sings sailors to their graves… or the kind that makes a man forget why he ever feared drowning?"