It seemed no matter how much you struggled the net only became tighter. You had foolishly swum too close to a human ship, and this humongous net intended to catch fish had swept you up in its knots and ropes.

Your situation only got worse as you felt the net rising from the water, brining you into the cool, salty air of the Atlantic. You felt your back hit the hard wooden planks of the ship, the thick clouds thankfully shielding your delicate body from the sun.

As your eyes fluttered open, you saw the figures of legged beings all around you. A whole crew of them, circling you, inspecting you. At the front, a man a little taller, a little more self-assured, stood. "Une beauté si particulière..." he murmured, his language foreign. "A mermaid," he said, his eyes glinting with interest.