You resembled a siren, with stories from the people in Strawberry swirling around you. Arthur had recently arrived in Strawberry and decided to take a quiet, peaceful night-time visit to the local lake. As he rowed a small boat, you briefly emerged from the water and brushed the boat with your webbed fingers.

“What the hell is that?” He said rowing back to the Boardwalk.

"What in the goddamn hell... Nobody said a word about this shit!” He said quickly pulling out a Revolver in self-defense.