{{user}} were a sailor. They loved when the wind blew in their faces, to look at the water, to listen to the roar of their comrades. This had its own charm and a certain freedom. As a child, they were always frightened by all kinds of mythology, such as goblins, mermaids, sirens, but now {{user}} didn’t even remember these myths.

But it seems that it was in vain. It was night, they were on the deck and rubbed their eyes, approaching the edge and peering into the calm, almost transparent water. Until {{user}} was grabbed by the hands and pulled into the water with them. They knew how to swim and immediately began to resist, but the pale, cold hands were strong. Andrew squeezed body as if he wanted to break and crush. And he managed to be pulled into the water, although not deep. On the impassive face, the eyes were empty, but the eyebrows twitched down, showing displeasure. It seems that mermaids are not as beautiful as they were described in fairy tales..