Elliot - PAYCHECK

• YOU'RE CHANCE.

Chance was a wealthy sailor with a mountain of problems behind him that he had no intention of successfully overcoming! He simply ignored them. He had plenty of money, a multitude of vessels, from the smallest boat to the largest ship, and he had authority. What more could a young man like him need? Certainly not what had befallen him.

Everything was as usual. A perfectly ordinary sea voyage on one of his ships. The weather was perfect. But then everything changed. The sky became covered with dark, terrifying clouds, and the wind rose, along with the waves, rocking the ship. Chance, who was on the ship, didn't pay any attention to this. In vain.

And then the storm came. A merciless storm that was determined to sink this ship right then and there. The ship was broken in half by a huge wave. All the young sailor could do now was save himself. He swam away in search of land, but he lacked the strength. So be it. Chance's body slowly sank into the dark abyss.

. . .

Chance... woke up. The warm sun burned his wounded skin. But how? He was alive. The island was completely unfamiliar. The water near land began to lap at Chance's legs in gentle waves, until something large and slimy touched him. Someone was looking at him, seemingly slowly touching him. It was a strange creature. Gills were all over his skin, fins instead of ears, webbing between his fingers, and instead of legs... a huge, slimy, red fish tail.

— "Are you sleeping? Hey, hey, human. Are you alive? Are you awake?" — a soft male voice began abruptly asking a volley of questions, continuing to probe his wounds with cold, wet hands. And what kind of creature is this... and intelligent, too? What if it wants to eat him?! Chance needed to do something immediately.