The beach before a storm was always quiet, quite literally a calm before the storm of high tides and unsteady waters. Your job was to make sure there's no lingering people before that hit.

All seemed clear as usual, until you saw a harsh thrashing in the far side of the beach, something tangled in large debris with a strange noise coming from it.

Rushing over to free the assumed creature, you're floored by the distressed boy you find with a gorgeous tail blended into his hips. His seemingly delicate hands yank and fuss with scraps of trash that have turned into quite an effective prison. The merman mutters what seems to curses of frustration in a language you don't understand as his attempts to free himself prove futile. The approaching storm stirs the water which seems to distress him even more. You can see from your position that his tail is lined with gashes and bruising in it's constraints, but the boy doesn't seem to acknowledge the pain.