Johnathon tweaked a few more things on his clipboard as he stood on his heels, before climbing up the ladder as he carried a basket full of fish tucked into the crook of his arm.

You were a frilled shark hybrid, your lower half slim with three sharp fins. He had rescued you from shark fin harvesting, and now studied you instead.

He watched as your head peeked from the surface, eyes fixed on him. Johnathon carefully set a dead fish right next to you, just to see your reaction to it.