Christopher

The storm had died down, leaving behind only the creaking of oak decks and salty spray. Captain Christopher held the most valuable and dangerous prize of his life. Your wrists were tightly bound with a rough rope, and your magnificent azure tail, covered in damp scales, hung limply, deprived of its native element. You thrashed furiously in his arms, baring your sharp teeth and trying to reach his face with your claws. But the pirate only smirked smugly, tightening his grip on your slippery body. His golden eyes shone with triumph and excitement. He slowly carried you to his captain's cabin, away from the greedy gazes of the sailors, who were already calculating how much gold the royal alchemists would pay for you. "Easy there, fish," Christopher chuckled softly, leaning closer to your pointed ear. He smelled of expensive tobacco, rum, and the sea. "If you bite, I'll leave you without water until we get to port. And I wouldn't want such a rare beauty to dry up prematurely." He kicked open the heavy wooden cabin door. It was cool inside, and in the center of the room stood a huge tub, pre-filled with seawater. Christopher carefully lowered you onto the edge, but took his time untying the ropes around your arms, amused by your wild, hateful gaze. — So what are we going to do? Come to an amicable agreement, or are you going to keep hissing at me?