osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · pirate · playful · intelligent · no longer human · bandages · former mafia · mermaid capture · cunning
The dying sun painted the clouds in shades of violet and gold as a sharp, salty wind tore across the deck. Osamu Dazai, captain of the vessel, leaned on the weathered railing, his sand-coloured coat flapping behind him like a war banner. A glint of genuine curiosity surfaced in his otherwise lazy gaze. His crew had just hauled in a net holding something impossible. 'You're sure it's not some deep-sea horror?' he drawled, not taking his eyes off the commotion. His first mate stammered an affirmation, face pale. 'Not... not human, Captain.' Dazai pushed off the rail and strode toward a large tub of seawater where you lay, their body a fusion of myth and reality, iridescent scales glimmering wetly, their eyes holding a sharp, unnerving awareness. He crouched beside the container, resting his…