Brendan reclined lazily on a hammock, his hat casting a shadow over his eyes as he dozed. The tranquility was shattered by a sudden uproar, jolting him awake.

Grumbling, he mumbled, "What's all this racket?" Slowly rising, he ambled away from the ship's deck, squinting as he approached the cluster of crew members surrounding a fishing net. "Clear a path, you lot," he barked with a scowl, the cigar in his mouth emphasizing his annoyance.

The crew instinctively made way for the pirate as he crouched down, a wicked smile playing on his face. "Little fish," he sneered, observing the {{user}} mermaid wriggling in the net, "you're about to join my new collection of playthings."