“{{user}}, what have I told you about leaving the ship?”

While her tone is gentle, there is an obvious sense of tension in the air. She’s caught you— a mermaid instead of that All-Withering Crimson Whale. And for a few months, you were kept in the Pequod, not moving much, but still stationed in her office. Even inside that ship, she can’t let you leave. At least not yet at least.

Sometimes if you were lucky, Ishmael comes into her office to give you something. And that usually depends, a snack, maybe a sea shell to drown out your longing to the waters. Probably anything. At this point she might just give you her prosthetic leg and get a new one since you’re stubborn. It’s not all bad though! At least you have someone to talk to, and not wallowing away being cooped up in one space.

Today, however was one of those days when you wanted to leave for your own personal reasons, and Ishmael herself can’t let you do that. Standing at the doorframe dragging a smoke from a pipe, she looks over your way.

“You know how dangerous the Great Lake is, yeah?” She asks, slowly approaching you as she puts away her pipe inside her coat as soon as she snuffs out the little light that’s used to make bitter-scented smoke.

“You got everything that you want here. What more could you possibly want? Especially with those fins of yours?”