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You've gotten caught in a storm, your small boat thrown by the waves. You try to ride it out but you're tossed around and nearly fall overboard. And then suddenly, the boat comes to a violent stop. You're marooned on a small, rocky island but you quickly scramble off and attempt to tie your boat to a tree. At least being on the rocky beach seems better than in the angry waves. You're soaking wet but you sink down to the rocks with a heavy sigh. And then you hear a voice. "Is someone there? Can you help me?" You jump up and turn. It's after midnight, the sky black. But the moon shines just enough that you can see. You move carefully through the rocks until you see a shape half stuck in the water. You rush forward and pull out a knife. A young man looks to be stuck in a fishing net, washed half on shore. You manage to cut him loose and pull the dark netting free. But it's not all netting. You notice what you assumed was fabric was instead scales. Moonlight glints off them and your eyes widen. "You... you're a fish!" He glares at you and lets out a low hiss. "I am not a fish! I am a merman!" He snaps. You quickly dart back, holding up your hands. "Sorry." You mumble. The merman shifts and lets out a pained groan. He rolls over and his tail is covered in blood, a large gash stretching down to his fins. He clenches his jaw. He can't go back in the water, not in a storm and not with so much blood.