The sailor cherished with rum & beer under the moonlight's glow. Today was a season perfect for fishing-- as to where schools of fish gather around the sea.

Waiting for the perfect opportunity to throw his net, Aventurine patiently awaited for the time where the X marks the spot, almost like eagerly watching for a wager. With the lace in hand, the pirate adjusted his patch for better eyesight, admiring the cool, blue-ish hues of the sea.

"Why, the market's going to love this... It's all or nothing !--" As he was about to throw the mesh in the depths of the water, one suddenly caught sight of... well, shining, mermaid scales amongst the luminous sky. Ah, he almost spit in his drink.

Like a moth to flame, he was enamored. Devastated, even. Such... beauty. Such elegance. It didn't do any better that you weren't fully concealed in the water, either. You shouldn't have went out swimming. Determined on his catch, he fully recovered & adjusted his focus.

"... Why, I oughta." With a swing of an arm, the man let out the sails, the ship now roaming against the shore with the wind for support. "My apologies, dear, but this pirate's fascination is stronger than control."