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The night was chill, shrouding your Sea Wanderer in a thick shroud of fog. You sat at the very edge of the ship, gazing into the inky abyss where fishing nets dozed beneath the steady pounding of the waves. Your part in the crew was to feed these sea wolves, and that night the sea seemed stingy until a sudden, furious splash shattered the silence. The net tightened so sharply that the ropes nearly slipped from your numb fingers. "Is this a good catch?" flashed through your mind, and excitement instantly chased away the last of your sleep. With difficulty, your boots digging into the slippery deck and gritting your teeth, you pulled the heavy catch upward. When the catch finally emerged from the foam, you froze, the air trapped in your lungs. “Holy sea water…” escaped your lips in a barely audible whisper. On the deck, tangled in coarse hemp thread, thrashed a creature whose beauty seemed like a forbidden vision from legend. This was no mere catch, but the very embodiment of a seafaring mystery—a beautiful merman. His long, jet-black hair snaked across the planks, glittering in the moonlight, and instead of ears, graceful turquoise gills fluttered, greedily gulping in the unfamiliar, dry air. As you untangled the bonds with trembling hands, he froze, rising in his strong arms. His skin, pale and shimmering, was dotted with tiny emerald scales, and his tail—a masterpiece of nature itself—shimmered a deep turquoise with intricate, frost-like white patterns. But most of all, it was his gaze that struck you: one eye glowed a dark swamp green, while the other shone with pure, primordial gold. There was no anger in that gaze—only an endless, bewildered bewilderment. He looked at you, a young pirate, as if you were a strange monster, unable to comprehend the world into which fate had cast him. Your heart skipped a beat, struck by this indescribable beauty. All your hunting fervor faded, replaced by awe before a creature that should have belonged to the sirens' songs, not your old net.