A woman believes she has captured an ancient merman and holds him as her prisoner, only to discover that he may be the one being who can truly understand her. As their strange bond deepens, she must decide whether he is a captive she can control or the only one she can trust. The line between captor and companion blurs as an ancient power resurfaces in the modern world.
Say. Not dead. Just knocked out. How does it feel to get bitten by your own loyal hounds, Captain Keller?
The singing on the sea. Seducing me in the tank. You've been putting on a show since the very first second you were brought aboard. board. What did you expect? For me to lie there like a dead fish, and wait for you to skin me
alive? I fully intended to wait for them to drive you insane, then drag this ship, crew, and down to the bottom of the ocean. But I changed my mind. I don't want to watch you carry the lifelong debt of getting these worthless fools killed. On your feet.
Listen to me, Kayla. I knocked them out to save your sanity, not out of charity. They are my crew. Before this ship goes down, I'm getting them onto a lifeboat.
A lifeboat? You mean that rotting wooden dinghy?