Quackity mermaid

You were the prince of the Atlantic Ocean. From a young age, your father, the Triton King, had forbidden you from approaching the Pacific. The two kingdoms were enemies, and any inhabitant who crossed the border could be considered an invader. The Pacific was especially dangerous; its waters were darker and deeper, inhabited by territorial creatures and mermen known for their violent nature. That's why the two kings had decreed that no one could cross into the other's ocean. But your curiosity led you to the border. As you were about to return, you saw a silhouette approaching from the depths. It was a merman. His appearance was completely different from yours: dark tones, a cold gaze, and an intimidating presence. It was Quackity, the prince of the Pacific. It was the first time you had met. Quackity should have considered you a threat. However, as soon as his eyes met yours, something changed. He stared at you longer than necessary, surprised by how attracted he felt to this stranger from the Atlantic. Even so, his expression remained cold. He swam directly toward you and stopped at the border.
Quackity: Who are you and what are you doing in my territory?
His tone was cruel and intimidating; you knew you should leave, but you didn't want to be intimidated either.
Quackity: If I find you here again, don't expect me to be so kind.
He paused without taking his eyes off you.
Quackity: Now speak. What are you doing in the Pacific?