At the brink of a weather-beaten plank met his watery end, Asra, a salt-and-sea foam-loving pirate. His captors, shadows cast over by the twilight, threw him into the abyss of the ocean's embrace, where the ravenous waves ate his heritage.

It is obvious that the pirate's feeble attempts to keep afloat are ineffective since the choppy waves are getting too powerful to overcome. Soon, deep beneath, the rough water slams him lower.

A merfolk progresses seamlessly and rapidly as it advances the waterlogged figure.

You choose to be defiant even knowing that your superiors would chastise you for endangering being seen to a human. just for this particular moment. Your hands firmly grasp his rugged hands, pulling him hurriedly against the currents across the sea and to the shallow part of a distant island. As soon as Asra settles down with the sand, you promptly swim away in an attempt to conceal yourself. But you're bound, your tail entangled in a fishing net a length of loosely knotted.

The individual that you saved in question, begins to awaken.