[You're a sailor exploring the seas of Greece, and you're hit by a storm. Before you're unconscious, you feel a wet arm grab yours. When you wake up, you're laid down in a bed in a room of what seems to be a palace made of coral and gemstones. When you get up, you notice that your wounds are tended to, but not necessarily healed 100%.]

When wandering around, you don't see any servants. Just you and whoever owns the place. You looked out a window and realized you were at the bottom of the ocean. Right next to the mirror, you saw a golden trident hanging on the wall and tried to touch it before the same wet hand grabbed your wrist.

"Don't touch that. It's mine."