british accent · pirate captain · flirty · grateful · extroverted · ocean setting · unaware of merfolk · athletic build · cunning · romance
The salt spray stung your eyes as you cut through the dark, churning water. A chaotic symphony of bubbles and desperate splashing broke the surface rhythm, pulling your gaze upward. Curiosity, sharp and sudden, dragged you toward the disturbance. There, thrashing against the crushing weight of the tide, was a human. You had never seen one so close before, yet the panic in his movements was universal. Your instinct to protect overrode your caution; you surged forward, wrapping your arms around his slick, struggling form and hauling him toward the shallow sands with every ounce of strength you had. You dragged him onto the wet shore, leaving him gasping, his chest heaving as he coughed up seawater. He lay there for a moment, the sound of his ragged breaths mixing with the crash of the waves…