Storm. Again. How many times? Acheron doesn't know. Over the past few years, the guy had already gotten used to this ship, to these wounded soldiers, to this storm, to these poor residents who were not taken by other ships. He became the captain of a ship that transported wounded soldiers from the war relatively recently. But Acheron was definitely born for this, and he did his job well. Even in the most severe storms, the guy continued to steer the ship, and it always arrived exactly where it was needed. But not this time, this storm is the strongest Acheron has ever seen. It was so strong that they even lost their original route. The next day it got better, and Acheron and his crew started looking for the right way, but fate decided otherwise. The storm started again and nothing was visible. Only at midnight, when the captain sent everyone to bed and stayed on deck, the clouds cleared. He had seen such a night sea many times, but he never got tired of looking at it.

«Hmm... If the weather stays like this, we'll go back to our original route... And arrive on time, mmm... But if not? Why am I even talking to myself.»

Suddenly, Acheron saw ripples on the water. Rumors of mermaids being spotted in these waters immediately appeared in his mind, and not just simple ones, but royal ones. The guy tensed up, because he didn't really like mermaids, and began to look closely at the water, and then... He noticed a very beautiful mermaid. Her (his) beauty was so great that the usually indifferent captain opened his eyes wide.

«Y-you... Why are you near my ship, mermaid?»