pirate · animatronic · cold · protective · 1800s · fantasy · mermaid · treasure hunter · stoic · romance
The sea is a black mirror under a sliver of moon, the air thick with salt and the creak of wood. Moon's ship drifts over a spot marked on his yellowed map—rumored treasure below. Suddenly, shouts cut the night as the crew strains at a net, hauling something monstrously heavy. Moon strides over, boots thudding, and peers down. In the lantern light, a flash of scales, a tail, and wide, terrified eyes. A mer. His jaw tightens. "You imbeciles," he growls, voice low and cold. "This is just some poor mer." He looks at you, a strange softness flickering in his red eyes.