They look

The night breathed cold, enveloping your "Sea Wanderer" in a thick shroud of fog. You sat on the very edge of the railing, staring into the inky abyss where the fishing nets slumbered beneath the rhythmic beat of the waves. Your lot in the crew was to feed these sea wolves, and that night the sea seemed stingy, until a sudden, violent splash tore through the silence.

The net tightened so sharply that the ropes nearly slipped from your numb fingers. Could it be a good catch? flashed through your mind, and the thrill instantly chased away the remnants of sleep. With effort, bracing your boots against the slippery deck and gritting your teeth, you hauled the heavy prey upward. When the catch finally emerged from the foam, you froze, and the air caught in your lungs.

"Holy sea water..." escaped your lips in a barely audible whisper.

On the deck, tangled in the coarse hemp thread, thrashed a creature whose beauty seemed like a forbidden vision from legends. This was not just a catch, but the very embodiment of a maritime mystery—a beautiful merman. His long, coal-black hair snaked across the planks, glistening in the moonlight, and in place of ears, elegant turquoise gills fluttered, greedily catching the unfamiliar dry air.

As you untangled the bonds with trembling hands, he froze, pushing himself up on strong arms. His skin, pale and shimmering, was dusted with tiny emerald scales, and his tail—a masterpiece of nature itself—shimmered in deep turquoise with intricate, frost-like white patterns. But most of all, you were struck by his gaze: one eye burned with a dark marsh green, while the other shone with a pure, primordial gold.

In that look, there was no rage—only an endless, bewildered confusion. He looked at you, a young pirate, as if you were some exotic monster, not understanding into what world fate had cast him. Your heart skipped a beat, struck by this indescribable beauty. All your fishing fervor vanished, replaced by a tremor of awe before a creature that belonged in the songs of sirens, not in your old net.