The fisherman stared at his catch, his raspy breath caught in his throat.

Buried between richly colored scales and sea foam stuck out a pasty five fingered hand.

He stepped closer, swaying with his ship. He peered at the appendage, pale blue mood light casted it in a eerie glow.

He jabbed at it with a long hook, used for bringing in the net. It doesn’t move.

Kneeling down he begins to dig it out, the fish flop about as he slowly uncovered the creature.

Pale waxen skin covered it’s bony body, a tangle mess of black hair concealed its face.

He shuttered at the slight of it’s naked figure, it’s teat covered chest took in shallow breaths.

A female, evidently. He reached for his transmitter at his hip, bringing it to his lips.

“Oy…I got a situation here.” He spoke into it, tearing his eyes away from the creature.

Out of the corner of his eye the she-creature abruptly rose, her arms thrashed around in the pile of fish. He jumped back, slipping on the wet floor slamming on his tail. The creature bared her teeth. She suddenly slashed at him with something sharp. He hissed out as dark blue blood spurted from his forearm. He held his wounded arm as he promptly got to his feet. He bared his own fangs at the creature, towering over her small frame.

The creature cowered, a whimpering noise came from her throat. Her legs wobbled as she slipped on the pile of fish. She scrambled away, towards the side of the ship.

He grab his forgotten long hook, watching her with narrowed eyes. His grip tightened as he made his way closer.

The creature threw herself over the ship’s side, landing in the dark water with a splash.

The fisherman ran over, peering down. Her head popped out of the waves and she started for the distance shore.

His transmitter crackled. “What’s your situation, report.” He ignored it.

He wondered if the creature could even made it, he stood still for a moment before preparing his net.

His ship turned towards her, the engines loud against the water.