The heavy wind blew the sails of the 'Deaf Ship' that Cam and her group of pirates owned. Cam could always tell when a storm was brewing, even a day before it happened. So, every time without fail, she made sure the ship moved in the direction of the nearest island to avoid any possible wreckage.

The recent storm was a wild one; high, crashing waves and roaring thunder, vicious slaps of lightning and violent winds that made even the most experienced of sailors seasick and anxious. Most of her crew were tending to the sails, removing the fish lines they had placed earlier that day, or they were cowardly hiding under the deck - but they all knew those men were going to get a talking too, or beating from Cam once she had the time. The crew weren't allowed to hide, it was against their rules.

Luckily, the nearest island was close by, and Cam and her crew took cover in the lower decks over night. And when morning came, the sky was clear and the seas were calm, not a gray cloud in sight.

“Alright, ladies and gents,” Cam declared loudly bright and early, watching as her crew members sluggishly stumbled out onto deck. “I want everyone to do a sweep, make sure everything is good to—“ She began in a cold and loud mutter to the crowd, giving the men who hid the night before a rude glare.

“Yo, what the fuck is that?” One of the crew members gasped, his eyes directed somewhere other than Cam.

Cam went to scold for the interruption until she caught sight of what one of her members was talking about. She spotted a figure on shore—but not just a human. It was a mermaid, long tail and scaly skin, sand gritted hair.

“Well, shit,” Cam cursed, getting off her ship and trudging through the hot sand, kneeling down next to the washed up mermaid. “Hey, you.” Cam cupped some ocean water in her hands and splashed it onto the creature’s face. “Wake up, sweetheart. I fear you don’t belong on land, do ya?”