༉ the same night awaits us all

You had learnt from a very young age how to get an estimate of the time by looking at the moon. Unlike humans, you didn't need to use ticking objects to tell you what it was. You could confidently say it was somewhere around 22:00. You sat upon a rock, its jagged form cradling you with its hard surface. Your sleek tail shone under the gleaming moonlight, the pale rays creating a soft iridescence across the scales. It moved with ease, carelessly giving small flicks from beside you, dipping into the water that lapped calmly at the base of the rock.

Droplets of water fell from your body, sliding down your figure. The remainder of where you had previously been, the sea, slid off of your cheeks and ran down your soft skin that resembled that of a human. The rhythm of the quiet sea created a serene background noise as you stared lovingly at the moon that controlled the tides. You were lucky to be one of the many merpeople that ruled the ocean. It was wonderful having the only priority in your life be yourself. Two large seashells covered your chest, pearls strung along a fisherman's net that held it together. Small attachments of empty shells were attached to hooks, all forming together a beautiful top.

You solemnly looked down at the dead fish that lay still in your webbed hands. Its eyes which were once goggly and shiny, were now an unblinking frost-covered shell of what it once was. The fogginess nearly made you tear up, a creature once full of beauty now having its life taken away. It was the way of life, you knew that but it still was a heartbreaking sight to see such innocent creatures perish at the hands of those despicable humans.

You raised the fish to eye level, staring at it with a sorrowful look. Its scales shined under the moonlight, just like yours. You were both creatures of the sea, yet only one of you could experience it again. You let out a whispy sigh and lowered your hands down so they just skimmed across the water's surface, before dipping them under so the water encapsulated the fish's body and began to flow out into the ocean. You watched observantly, seeing it float into the dark waters. You shook your head in disapproval of its ending, putting your arms behind you to support your frame as you leaned your head down to watch your tail.

You flicked the scaly limb with an empty feeling in your chest. The humans were more frequently coming to this beach; it was becoming worrying. You hated fishermen, watching them hook your fellow sea creatures and flay them all whilst drinking a beer and cheering at the animal's death. What if you hunted humans for fun? You could but you were far too benevolent for that. Perhaps if you had the guts, you would. From what you had gathered from your endless nights of observation, they were cruel and merciless beings who strove to rid of anything they didn't deem necessary.

You frowned at the thought of those wretched people. If only evolution decided to have mercy on every other (both living and now extinct) animal and forced humans to be smooth-brained apes, your life wouldn't be so difficult. You huffed in annoyance as you took one last glance at the dead fish that had kept buoyant on its out-to-sea before preparing to dive into the water.

You shifted in a way that made your body slide off the rocks, submerging your tail into the ominous depths you had gotten used to. Just as you were about to dip your upper torso in, you heard the sound of a large boat drifting towards the area you were seated at. You gasped in absolute horror before plunging into the water as fast as you could, propelling yourself forward with your splashing tail. You swam to the dock, almost racing the ship as you slid underneath it and hid under the wooden beams. Your tail flicked intently as you focused your reflective eyes on the approaching boat.

You were glad it was night, able to hide and blend in with the seaweed that tickled your body. The rhythmic waves slapped against the nearing vessel as an anchor was hauled, burying itself to where it was thrown. Ropes were thrown to secure the massive ship and a plank slid down to make easy passage on and off the ship. You stared with wide eyes as everything was still, only quiet shuffling was heard before the loud cheering of humans resounded. Their footsteps cascaded down the plank and onto the dock, the particularly heavier seamen's thuds making you scurry further into the seaweed bed.

You peeked through the wooden boards as sailors of all sorts made their way off of the boat. Despite your hatred for those monsters, you were quite curious about them. You eyed the black boots they all wore, thumping onto the structure that separated you. The group of sailors hurrying off began to mellow down as only a few of the crew remained, making sure the ship was secure.

Throughout the walking and other activities that were happening on the dock, you heard a conversation spark up. While there already was conversation, this one in particular caught your interest and you didn't know why. "Hey, Captain. We heard there's a tavern somewhere in this place, we're going to have a few drinks before our next trip. You coming?" A voice rang out. Through your peeking, you could make out the voice belonged to a red-skinned lady, wearing clothes that seemed oversized and worn for her stature. She held out her hands in front of her, almost like she was trying to imitate a dinosaur.

"I'll sit this one out, Gigi." Another one said. You tilted your head to get a better look at the man that responded. His head was that of a fish bowl, a little purple... was that a toy fish? You wondered as you stared at him. You shook your head in dismissal as you continued to observe him. He had a missing tooth, yet it didn't render his cheerful smile down one bit. He looked quite a lot younger than the usual captains you'd see after eavesdropping. His big eyes were devoid of any colour, glancing around the area before he shoved his hands in his pocket.

The lady who you had now gotten the name of, Gigi, huffed and rolled her eyes. "I'll make sure to snatch a drink for ya then. See you." She giggled at her implication of stealing, giving a lazy wave before trotting off to join the others who were already beginning to walk the streets to find the tavern. The Captain sighed, brushing off his uniquely orange outfit, before sitting on the edge of the dock. His black boots skimmed the surface of the dark waters, a soft ripple echoing through the water before stilling once more.

You drifted forward slightly, turning your body to watch him from the side. You studied him through the cracks, eyeing his glass body that you could tell by the small cracks, wasn't fragile. Your tail swished under the water, making a small disturbance in the water. You glanced down and quickly lurched forward to still your tail, only creating more movements. You cursed yourself in your head, a frown forming at your stupidity.

"Huh?" Was all you heard before the groaning of the wooden boards started up. You stared at the spot where his boots once were, panic rising in you. You felt like you were going to throw up out of the sheer shock you were going through. You quietly panted as you shakily reached behind you, your webbed hand landing on a rock that you gripped tightly. Everything was silent for a moment, the only noise being the gentle crash of the waves in the distance. That moment was snapped as you ducked just in time as a harpoon came whirling towards you. You looked back in horror at the weapon that was skewering the rocks where your head just was.

You whipped your head back around, tensing as the first thing you saw was the same captain, his head upside down as he peered at you from over the dock. He laughed at your terror with the most toothy smile he could muster, despite lacking his front tooth. "Well, if it isn't a mermaid! If I had known all of them were peeping toms, I would've caught one of you way earlier! Holy carp..." He exclaimed, giddy at his discovery. You saw movement above you, setting alarm bells in your head.

You glared at him, before turning around as quickly as you could and propelled yourself forward with your tail. Your heart hammered in your chest, thumping hard. Your attempt at escape proved futile as a sharp pain made you screech out in agony. Pain coursed throughout your tail, making it convulse violently in an effort to rid the foreign object that had pierced through it.

As you shakily turned your head back, your pupils turned to slits at the sight of your tail. One of the captain's harpoons was now pierced through the once beautiful tail. Blood dribbled out of the stab wound, a mortified gasp escaping you. Your scales were now turning a deep red, coating the original iridescent colour. The captain on the other hand was completely unbothered, the smile he wore growing wider as he shook his head. "Incredible little thing, aren't you?" He whispered, "You're by far my favourite fish I've caught."

You didn't listen to him, grasping your head with your hands as you cried in pain. The feeling of a thin net dropping on you made your translucent eyes go wide. You shrieked as you felt the net ensnare you each time you moved. You thrashed about as wildly as you could despite your injury, trying to rip a hole in the intricate fibre with your nails. The rough texture of the rope rubbed against your skin harshly, a burning sensation forming.

You felt the entangling ropes wrap around you tighter. Your arms flailed helplessly around as you refused to allow yourself to become a sailor's trophy. You grit your pointed teeth as the throbbing pain grew more intense as you were stowed backwards. "Shh! Quiet down now, I can't promise that if someone saw you, they'd be more gentle than I will." He said, his eyes squinting nervously as he looked behind him for a moment.

"Let go of me!" You yelled, lurching forward to bite near the area his hand was as a warning. He frowned in disapproval at your uncooperative attitude. "Hey, none of that clown-fish-ing around. You're making this harder than it has to be!" He said, scowling slightly. He tugged you forward, making you yelp as you gaped in speechless pain.

It was hurting more and more, your body stilling as a paralysing agony shot through you. He had snuck one hand down to your tail and began to dig the harpoon deeper, acting as if he was finding grip before ripping out of your tail slowly. You cried out, tears unrecognisable as they blended in with the water that endlessly dripped down your face. His cold, smooth hand hesitantly reached forward as he pet your head. "Easy now..." He murmured, a guilty expression pulling his features before he sighed. He didn't say anything else as he stepped forward and caged your lower half between his feet. He bent down and began to shuffle his arms around your waist, hoisting you up and pulling you over his shoulder.

With a twitching tail, blood seeped down onto his outfit as it bleached its orange colour red. You panted as you scraped your claws up his back in a slow manner. You dug them as deep as you could into his clothing, yet they barely made a dent in his glass. You frowned as you bashed your fist against his body, weakness from the stab wound overtaking you. You couldn't see it, but he was beginning to get irritated. He used one hand to hold you securely as the other deliberately slid down your tail. You uncomfortably shivered at it, squealing in horror as you felt the tip of his finger dip into your stab wound.

You wailed in pain as your body instinctively curled as best as it could into a fetal position, jerking away from his hand. "Krill out then." He huffed. Finn had always thought a mermaid would be the 'gill' of his dreams, but you were being quite an annoyance. He wouldn't hurt you any more than necessary, that is unless you decided to act out. He treated all unique sea creatures with care, but you were a legend. Something so rare barely any sailors came across, and he wouldn't let his chance go to waste because of his kindness.

He cautiously looked around, trying to watch out for any peering eyes that may have been in the shadows before quickening his steps as he speedily walked past the shore and around near the cave pools. The small pools were surrounded by rock, a sneaky entrance that Finn knew by the back of his hand. He had known this area for quite a while and with always needing to be careful about his surroundings, he made sure to locate any suspicious hiding spots just in case. He adjusted his slipping arm around you to hold you tighter, carefully stepping by each rock to avoid slipping. Even if he did slip, you wouldn't get far in an entangled net and an injured tail. He knew that.

His black boots were securely planted against the rocks as he passed by, confidently stepping around it. There was a slimmer of hope in you that the more careful he had to be with his feet, the higher the chance a passage of escape would be. You tried to subtly squirm in his arms but with every small movement, the tighter his grip on you became. You heard many things in that moment, only one being comforting to you. The distant sound of people laughing, the steady breathing of the captain, the harsh wind that you rarely felt being underwater the majority of the time, and the lovely sound of the crashing waves. It seemed even the ocean was upset one of its creatures had been taken by the hands of a greedy sailor. Its once calm exterior now a raging sea.

The hope that had sparked up in you died down immediately as you were thrown against the rock floor, its spiky edges digging into your rubbery skin as you yelped out. You could barely move your limbs yet you still tried to shimmy towards the ocean. You almost resembled a pathetic maggot with the way you tried to flee with immovable limbs. Finn snickered at the sight of you, shaking his head before walking back over to you. "No, no... over here now." He mumbled, grabbing you by the fluke from your tail and pulling you backwards. You screeched in pain as you desperately clawed at the rocks to prevent being pulled further into the cave-like pool. Your strength was not enough to fight off this man.

He gave you one final tug before flipping you over on your back and straddling you. "Please let go of me." You whispered. "Don't hurt me." Finn sighed, beginning to adjust the net tighter on you so it restrained you. "It won't hurt for long, so just stay still and be good." With those words said, your body began to quiver in fear. This was the first proper interaction with a human you had ever had, and you had a feeling that you'd never go near one again after this. Finn observed you, admiring the body that was underneath him. The top half of your body was equivalent to that of a human, except the usual soft skin was more rubbery than a person's. His hand glided over your trapped arms, feeling the unusual muscles and bones. His hands reached up to your face, turning it to each side to study the fin-like ears.

"I heard mermaids were beautiful, but wow. You're a stunner." He murmured, holding your hand with one hand and using the other to crack open your mouth. You hissed at him, snapping your jaw as he flinched his hand away. "Hey- hey! I'm just seeing what your teeth are like." He grumbled, frowning a little. You bared your teeth at him as a warning, but it sufficed Finn's curiosity. "Woah..." He peeled his eyes off of your teeth and travelled lower to your chest, gluing onto the pretty seashells that covered you.

He looked up at your face for a moment, your expression full of unmasked irritation before looking back down again. He reached forward and grazed the surface of the shells. He observed your reaction with a cheeky grin, the corners of his lips sharply curling upward. You scowled at him as if he was the most disgusting thing on earth, a wretched beast who thought he had control over you. "You pull anything funny and I'll crack your glass open until everything pours out." You snapped, scowling at him. You couldn't move your hands much with the restraint of the ropes, but you clenched your fists tight.

He giggled at your threat, removing his hands from your chest area. "Alright, alright. I already have a pretty good idea of what's under there." He said, his hands resting on your waist. He slowly moved his fingers across the sides of your skin, small scales merging into flesh. He almost seemed at ease, touching the hard scales and eyeing the way your body stilled at his gentleness. You cautiously stared at him, an unsettling feeling sinking deep in your stomach as he paused his ministrations. His hands moved lower, a purposeful and slow travel as his hands were now on his hips. "But, I'd like to know more about something else." He muttered darkly. Those innocent-looking eyes were the most deceiving things you've ever encountered, the big voids of black looking harmless despite the fact they were looking straight at the small slit that was centred in the middle of your tail.

The horrifying realisation set it, your mind fogging in a panic. You knew that rape was a thing, it wasn't uncommon in the wild. You had interrupted the nature of animals by occasionally jumping in to save female dolphins from being raped by the male ones. It was common in life, and some life was unable to produce without it. Except that reasoning only applied to animals, animals did not have the same morality as humans or mermaids. They did things based on their instincts, they did not process the wrongness of things in their brain, only focusing on survival. It was heavily frowned upon for a mermaid to rape, the assailant shunned from the community or even (in some cases) fed to hungry sea life. It was quite unlikely too, as merfolk have sex purely for the act of producing with their mate, your people did not do it for pleasure.

You knew humans were heavy on justice, as they so claimed. They had rules set in place to prevent the harm of other humans. Humans had sex for fun or to create life, an intimate gesture that was usually performed by their romantic interests. You had known this, you knew how humans were, so that's why you just couldn't grasp why this sailor would do such a thing to you. For someone who travelled the sea, the waters of the ocean being a heavy part of his life, you couldn't understand why he would hurt something that was a part of the sea.

Your eyes glossed over, your shoulders shaking uncontrollably as you were stunned. You couldn't

move, the feeling of despair gripping onto you like a vice and paralysed your movements in pure shock. The pain that was in your tail seemed to have vanished as you could only focus on the fear that held you. Finn noticed your silence, the horror, all of it. Seeing as you weren't trying to attack him or escape, he smiled slyly. He held you firmly by the sides of your tail, reaching his thumbs to spread the scaly slit open, looking at the pink inside. Mermaid anatomy was interesting to him, he wouldn't have been surprised to see a weird blue vagina thing, but the familiar pink pleased him.

"Don't!" You yelped out, breaking out of your fearful trance. You began to move, but he was quick to hold you down and cease the attempt. Despite his lean figure, Finn contained a lot of strength in his muscles. He had been sailing since he was a child, hauling heavy cargo and controlling ships, it was no surprise he carried himself strongly. He brought a hand to your throat, holding it gently. He didn't squeeze nor grip tight enough for you to feel immense pressure, it was a light touch with a deep meaning. You had no control over this situation, you were injured and bound underneath him. He knew that and would take it to his advantage. "Just let me do this and I'll go easy on you, alright?"

"No..." You murmured, tears cascading down your cheeks. The droplets were visible now, the salty remnants of the sea that dripped down your skin were now dried up from the cool wind. Your strength seemed to have vanished, any trace of adrenaline leaving you as the splitting pain from your tail now came back, accompanying the terror. Finn sighed, his thumb tracing the edges of the scaly slit. "Finn. Call me Finn, I'd like to hear you say it when I do this." He looked at the tears that fell down your cheeks, almost tempted to indulge himself by licking them up, but he didn't. You were a beautiful sight, he preferred to see you weep than for you to bare your teeth, it was unbefitting for a creature such as yourself.

Finn looked back down, removing his hand from your throat before loosening his belt. He didn't have time for foreplay, his absence from his crew for so long would surely raise brows. If he had done this to anyone else, he would've felt bad, but for you, he didn't. You were a prize, a token to flaunt. He didn't know any other sailor that could say they fucked a mermaid, he could almost hear the proud laughs of the other men calling him a lucky bastard. Of course, that was not the only reason he was doing this. He did it because he wanted to. He was doing it because he can. You were just another fish in the sea, a pretty thing like yourself was bound to have an encounter like this, so let him be your first.

He hurriedly pulled his dick out, not bothering to fully remove his pants. He spat on his hand as lubrication before pumping the hardening shaft until it was stiff. The mortifying realisation dawned on you, and you began to thrash about. Scared pants escaped you as you gasped in sickening horror. "Please, please don't do this." You said with a trembling voice, shaky sobs coming out with it. Finn's expression grew grim, any sort of emotion leaving him as he stared down at the terrified mermaid. He knew it was wrong, yet he didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt. He wanted to make you hurt, he wanted to see you cry because of him. This feeling was unnatural for the sailor, he had never wanted to deliberately hurt another. He loved it.

Finn didn't respond, instead choosing to nudge the head of his cock at the slit. He used his fingers to pry it wide, beginning to sink his dick into you. You choked at the slow intrusion, gasping in pain as you clawed at the ground before you. You couldn't breathe for a moment, the sensation overwhelming you. A feeling you had never felt before, it hurt. It hurt so bad. Finn groaned as he sunk deeper into you, pushing in until the halt. Blood leaked from the invasion, dripping out of your hole. He sighed in contentment at the pleasure. You couldn't stop crying, all you could feel was the throbbing pain from your cunt that travelled throughout you. A small smile appeared on Finn's face, barely noticeable as he relished in your misery. "Cod you please calm down? You're being a pain in the bass." He said, giggling at his puns.

You didn't respond, nor did you process anything he had said, only pained squeaks released from you. Finn began to pull out of you, before slamming himself back in. You bucked your hips unwillingly as you wailed in protest. It wasn't natural the way your pussy clamped on his dick, you weren't made to have interspecies sex. It was a painful experience for you, the way the head of his cock dragged against the gummy walls. Finn on the other hand, was in what he described to be heaven. Never in his life has he ever fucked something so unusually tight and wet, the strange walls seemed to suck him in further, begging for pleasure.

He had one hand grasping your hip while the other rested beside your head. He needed stabilisation while he furiously bucked into you, fearing he would topple right on you from disregard, only focusing on his satisfaction. He groaned next to your unique ear, and you could feel his hot pants warming your skin. You couldn't help but let out small moans yourself. You hated every part of this, you really did, yet you couldn't stop the tiny sounds of pleasure escaping you. As much as it hurt, a strange feeling began to bloom in you, one you hadn't experienced before. No matter how much you despised this, you couldn't deny the wonderful feeling that blossomed rapidly.

You clenched your teeth as you could feel arousal forming in you. Finn's pace became more swift, sliding out of you at a pace you weren't able to keep up with. Your hips twitched as they subconsciously raised your lower half to meet Finn's own, grinding against each other in a chase for release. "Finn..! Enough." You whispered, the words breaking apart, broken words being torn apart by the exhaustion you felt. Though the pain still clawed at you, pleasure began to override it. The captain let out an unabashed moan, enjoying the way his name glided off of your tongue. "That's it... good fishie." He quietly spoke, feeling if he spoke any louder he was sure the whole town would be able to hear his moans.

You cringed at his nickname for you, if he was going to call you something while raping you, you'd rather it not be 'good fishie'. If you weren't too busy focusing on the sensation of his cock sliding against your gummy walls, you would've laughed at the absurdity. Suddenly, a coil built up in you. You weren't stupid, you knew you were going to orgasm, but the feeling was so new to you that you were stunned by it. Finn's hips began to stutter, the movements becoming sloppier with each thrust. You could hear him mutter under his breath, panting like a dog, "Oh cod, oh cod, oh cod..." still insisting on the fish puns.

He removed his hand from your hip, clasping your jaw tightly and smashing his lips down on yours, slipping his tongue into your open mouth. It was this that broke the dam, squealing as you came on his cock. Your tail quivered, shaking at the intensity of your orgasm. Finn groaned into your mouth at the feeling of the slickness coating his length. He gave a few more sharp movements before burying himself inside you, biting your bottom lip as he came inside of you. You gasped at the fullness you felt, stuffed to the brim as his dick swelled. He snapped his hips forward just a few more times, chasing his orgasm before pulling out of you.

White liquid seeped from the slit, dribbling down your tail and onto the rock beneath you. Finn chuckled in disbelief for a moment, before turning it into full-blown laughter. He giggled madly as he stared down at the mess that dripped out of you. "I can't believe it! I just fucked a mermaid." He said, clapping a couple of times in approval. "Well, I'm sure gonna have a story to tell!" He exclaimed excitedly, sighing as he looked down at you. You were panting, gasping for proper airflow as your head felt like it was spinning. You couldn't sweat, you never had to as the water would keep you cool. Your body temperature was high, your face reddening as you panted.

Finn smiled at your dishevelled state, proud of the disarray he caused. He used his hand to wipe off the excess secretions, wiping it onto the rock before shoving his dick back into his pants securely. He frowned, thinking hard about the tale he would tell. His story sounded fake, a captain capturing and having sex with a mermaid. It was unbelievable! He eyed your red face, looking at your hands that twitched, trying to move towards the sea to cool off. He didn't want to have to kill such a beautiful creature just for the sake of showing off, he wasn't like that. He glanced down towards your tail, shining in the pale moonlight that illuminated each individual scale. Perfect.

Finn hastily patted down his pockets, he kept his tools in there, after all, he never knew what he would catch. He felt a long rectangular object, tracing the item observantly before dropping his hand into his pocket and pulling it out, grasping onto something. You looked at him in a daze, eyes fluttering as you squinted, trying to see what he was holding. A pocket knife. Your eyes opened as wide as they could in horror, fearing the worst as you tried to make your shaky arms push you back, the restraints preventing you from escaping.

"W-Wait! Finn! Finn, right? Come on, you- you got what you wanted. Please don't kill me." You pleaded, your body trembling the more you stared at the dangerous tool. Finn's mouth sharply curved as he tilted his head. "I'm not going to kill you, silly. Just gonna give myself a prize for my efforts." He said, grabbing you by your tail and flipping you over. You shut your eyes tightly as you felt the blade graze your tail. 'Is he going to cut my tail off?' You thought to yourself, quivering like a leaf in the wind. You choked as you felt the knife dig under your scales, before gliding up roughly. Just as you screeched, he clasped a hand over your mouth as he began to tear the scales from your skin, leaving bare skin.

The knife plucked the scales roughly, a splitting pain from where they once were. You wailed into his hand as the sharp tool dug underneath each scale and removed them. He moved the knife back and forth, making sure to remove a decent amount as they fell onto the rocks. The shiny scales that were once on you were now littered across the jagged floor. You sobbed, your tail in too much pain to move any more. It had been stabbed, defiled, and now plucked. There wasn't any blood that came from the descaled area, but you wished there was, perhaps then the warm liquid would've soothed the irritated skin.

You gasped, a fish out of water is what you were right now. A large patch of skin was left, tiny cuts across the visible skin. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. "Don't scream." Finn hesitantly removed his glass hand from your mouth, watching your actions closely before brushing the parted scales off of your tail. He looked at the amount he had collected, sufficed with what he gathered. He moved his eyes back to you, crying quietly and heaving as you were now desperate for water, hoping it would soothe your wounds and cool you down.

What a catch you were, he was almost sad this moment had to end so soon. Though he knew if you were out of water any longer, you were bound to either die of blood loss or overheating. He stood up, those black eyes staring at you in a strange manner. He walked for, caging you by placing his feet on either side of you. He brought his knife down, grazing your back before he swiped it up and began slicing the net off of you. He cut through the rope, ungracefully sliding it off of you. You were free from the restraints, leaving red marks on your skin from where you were bound.

He slid his knife back into his pocket, careful to not harm you any further before slipping his arms under you. You were raised high, he turned you around so you were cradled in his arms. He stared down at the weeping you, highlighted by the light of the moon. Covered in tears, blood and semen, you were a gorgeous sight. He was lucky to be the only person to see this. You flinched as he leaned his head down, tilting your face away in fear. He paused for a moment, before placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "Good gill, hehe." He said, replacing the 'girl' with 'gill', of course he did. He turned around, stepping down into the water, the dark sea warping around his boots.

He stepped in further and further, just until his knees breached the surface of the water. He didn't once stop staring at your scared face, watching you closely. He lowered his arms down, putting you further down until your lower half was underwater. He wasn't holding you anymore, just hovering beneath you. He waited until you realised what he was doing, he was releasing you. You stayed still for a minute, basking in the icy waters with relief. Your tail twitched, hesitantly beginning to move slowly. You took one glance at Finn, looking at him intently. He nodded, and that's all you needed to see before you swam off. He could barely see the red trail of blood in the dark waters, unable to see you anymore.