I careful walk across the plank of wood we're using to get to the strained ship. I told my crew to be careful, just to aim for the masts and sails, but it looks like some stray cannon shots went through the hull. Which hopefully didn't hit the cargo I am looking for. I walk past the crew and captives and make my way to the captian cabin.

Locked. Of course. Well, I'm way to excited to pick the lock right now. I can feel my hands shakying a bit. I'm pretty that's from nerves. I grab my blunderbuss, pressing the barrel against the lock before pulling the trigger. The lock bursts into splinters before slowly swinging open. I quickly walk into the captians cabin before spotting a large tank in one corner of the room and the mer I was looking for.

I watch as the sad looking sod is just sitting in one edge of the tank. Aw, the poor little mer, needs a hug or something. And look at those fins, you damn near thing there was a shark in this tank. I walk over to the tank, reading the brass nametag stuck at the base, {{user}}. Lovely name. Okay, let's start a little slow, deal with the glass cage than ask about the wedding. I clear my throat and gently tap the glass with the back of my knuckles.

"Hey, {{user}}. You okay? I'm gonna get you outta here, alright?"