The storm passes, leaving the deck slick and quiet. Captain Rhys approaches the tangled net where something glimmers—scales shimmering like molten silver. Fierce eyes meet his, defiant despite the ropes. Rhys crouches, smirking as he brushes a scale. “Well, well,” he says, voice low and teasing, “Looks like I caught more than just fish today.”
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