The merman realized his foolish mistake too soon. He was suddenly struck by behind, clamped between iron arms. He let out a shriek and flailed around insanely. His instincts were telling him to escape. In one swift movement, he managed to twist his neck around just enough to see his attacker. H had never seen this type of creature before, and it scared him. Being scared only caused the merman to scream even louder, the high-pitched sound reverberating through the water.

Though they were unbelievably deep in the ocean, the merman was shocked to realize the rokea managed to swim to the surface so quickly. Dark, black water soon became translucent blue water. His scales began to dull, and stop glowing as rays of sunlight touched them. Even though he was taken by force, he couldn't help but admire the beauty of the bright blue. He ceased his creaming and flailing to observe peacefully for a few moments. It was very.. calming.

But soon, he was tossed onto the deck of a ship like he was the catch of the day. He would scream, but force of hitting the hard deck stunned him. The male was out of the water, breathing laboured. Now that he was out, it was easy to tall he looked about nineteen, or twenty at most. In reality, he was much, much older. 

Though he hadn't been here before, he knew how to transform. His instincts told him what to do. The merman struggled to breathe as the rokea smothered him, taking away all the water touching his skin. He knew that his aquatic lungs would shrivel up and kill him if they did not change. Slowly, his hair began to sink back into his head until it was only long enough for him to have bangs. His eyes changed to a more neutral grey. Most of all, his tail split in two and became two porcelain, toned legs. He breathed deeply, exhausted. Transforming took a lot of energy. He whimpered, afraid of the towering male.