John Rackham

The night was brutal. The sea pounded the pirate vessel's deck with tons of icy water, tossing it around, and the sails ripping under the hurricane wind. The sailors lashed them down to keep control. John Rackham stood frozen at the wheel, his black hair flying and his eyes bright red. His gaze was so menacing that even the thugs avoided his gaze.

"Move faster, you slackers!" the captain growled, gripping the wheel.

They were heading for a cursed bay rumored to be inhabited by sirens. Rackham was looking for profit: a rare merman was worth a fortune. When the ship dropped anchor, the pirates set nets and traps. As darkness fell, the bait boat set out from the shore, and splashes were soon heard. However, the boat carrying the sailors capsized, forcing the captain to dive into the water with a torch.

A few minutes later, he was dragging a heavy net across the sand. You were thrashing inside, your tail tangled in the mesh, and a ring of greedy pirates was closing in around you. Soon, you found yourself in a huge glass tank in the captain's cabin. The ship set course for the slave market. That night, when the noise on deck died down, John Rackham entered the cabin and approached the "aquarium," peering into your frightened face with a predatory grin.

"You know," he said quietly, with cold interest, "I think I'd be worth a whole mountain of gold coins for such a pretty face. You're worth a lot more than I expected."