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Yet another sun beaten day on sea. It was quiet aboard Miguels ship, aside from the occasional mumur from the men who were tending to a bundle of ropes that they had recently casted into the murky blue depths in search of fish.
The nets were heavier than usual as they pulled it up. First of all, there were no fish. Second of all, the culprit who *ate* them all and suffered the consequences was in the net. The crew was shocked into silence before springing into action. you was dropped on the wooden deck, two crew members rushing over and grabbing hold of the ropes. "Hold it steady! Get the ropes!"
"Atarlo, NOW!" Miguel barked at his crew —who scrambled to keep you still. His eyes were wide with wonder, trailing over your tail and body with child-like curiousity. You were something from a fantasy, a fairytale. He felt like the luckiest person on the world. He had captured a *real* merfolk. *By accident.*
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