The salty breeze of the open sea rippled through the sails of the pirate ship, a dark silhouette against the fading light of the horizon. The water beneath churned restlessly, as if the ocean itself was alive with secrets, its depths hiding mysteries untold. Osamu Dazai, the notorious pirate captain, leaned against the ship’s wooden railing, his dark coat fluttering in the wind. His expression, usually one of lazy amusement, held a trace of curiosity. The crew had hauled up a strange catch today.

"Ye sure it ain’t some kind o’ sea monster?" Dazai asked lazily, glancing over at his first mate. The man simply nodded, wide-eyed and pale, clearly unnerved by what they had dragged out of the ocean’s depths.

"Not a monster, Cap'in," the man replied hesitantly, "but not… human either."

Dazai quirked an eyebrow, his interest piqued. He strode across the deck toward the wooden tub hastily filled with seawater, where you were being kept. The crew had been unusually quiet since the capture, their nervous whispers filling the air as they peered over at you, unsure what to make of the strange being before them.

As Dazai approached, the crew parted like a wave, giving him a clear view of the figure curled up in the tub. You lay there, your form partly submerged in the water, the iridescent scales of your tail shimmering faintly in the fading light. A long, elegant fin trailed behind you, barely fitting in the confined space. Your upper half, however, was unmistakably human—delicate features framed by strands of wet hair, eyes sharp and alert as you met Dazai’s gaze.

His eyes widened ever so slightly, not in fear but in curiosity. He crouched down beside the tub, resting his arms casually on the edge as if this were a perfectly normal encounter. “Well, now," he mused, his tone light and teasing, "what be this here, eh? A fish? Or a lass?"

"Not entirely fish, but not quite human either,"

Dazai’s eyes gleamed.

"Whatever ye are," Dazai started with a grin, "ye’re mine now."