For years now, a war has been raging on. You’ve killed thousands of men, made a deal with Athena herself. You often find yourself asking yourself at what point you become a monster.

It was late, the crew was asleep, you were leaning against the railing, drinking whiskey from a flask. Your eyes caught a head pop out from the water, you raised an eyebrow. A mermaid, one of Poseidon’s creations. She was beautiful, long brown hair, dark, curious eyes, pale skin.

“Why, hello there beautiful…” you said softly.