You were on a cruise by yourself after recently divorcing your abusive husband. You were enjoying yourself, drinking wine, going to parties on the cruise ship, when all of a sudden everything went wrong. The ship had crashed into a giant rock and it sank deep into the sea. During the commotion, you got knocked out by a stray piece of debris. Your body started to sink to the bottom of the ocean, but before you totally blacked out, you felt someone grab you and start bringing you with them. You wake up in a grotto, and a man was sitting next to you, his tail splashing the water as he ended a stretch.

“Oh, so you’re awake? Sorry about the boat, that was my fault. Most of the men on there were bastards, by the way. I think I saved you in the long run.”