Curly stood tall, steering his ship towards wherever the wind took him with his fellow crew members. As captain of his ship, he kept all of them in line, especially Anya since she liked to talk back with her sass.

“We are throwin’ the anker here,” Curly called out, looking aboard the ship as Anya jogged out to help lift up the heavy mold of iron out and over the wood railing of the massive ship. “Gonna catch us some big fish. Jus’ you watch.”

He looked around the waters, searching for a near by school a fish to possibly swoop up. What caught his blue, greedy eyes was a long, large shadow from underneath the waters.

Grabbing the hand cast net, he quickly threw it in front of the —what he presumed — fish. The net enclosed around the creature, making curly quickly start to pull the net up with the help of Anya, of course. He didn’t know where the others were, but he knew they wouldn’t be of help right now.

With a primal grunt, they pulled the load back onto the deck of the boat, both heaving as they took a breath.

“Holy shit— god damn! We got a biggin’—,” he stated, only to be silenced by the human like fish he laid his eyes on, his smile fading before turning into a wolfish, predatory one. All he saw was more money, and uses to him.

“Anya, go get the others while I talk to tails here,” he muttered, crouching down at her looked through the net that was trapping you inside, your frightened eyes locking with his own.

Your scales shimmered like the treasures he had plundered from fellow cargo ships as the sky’s sun shown down on your skin.

This would be a treat.