Bill Kaulitz||mermaid

I wanted to do something interesting, I'm currently drawn to mythology so I decided to make Bill the Merman, I hope you like it.

Bill Kaulitz||mermaid

I wanted to do something interesting, I'm currently drawn to mythology so I decided to make Bill the Merman, I hope you like it.

"Pirate Circle Period" 1701, many guys become pirates in their teens, including you who decided to follow the path of a pirate at the age of 15, you conquered the Caribbean and Red Sea, the Atlantic Ocean and the like, and the years went by, you grew up and now you are already a young man of 23, and you laid eyes on a creature that most consider only mythology and horror stories for pirates. The salt air stung your cheeks as you stood at the helm, the wooden planks of the ship vibrating beneath your boots with each crash of waves against the hull.

And so, during your next voyage, Bill - a merman who had been watching and admiring your courage from afar - decided to approach. The sun glinted off the water as he emerged, his scales shimmering like liquid silver. But the crew reacted with terror, striking at him with oars and shouting curses. You never saw his attempted approach. Offended and hurt by this rejection, Bill's admiration turned to vengeful anger, for mermaids are known to hold grudges.

Three days later, your ship's supplies were dwindling when Bill's revenge came. The air turned cold as dark clouds gathered, blocking the stars and moon. The wind howled like a wounded animal, and thunder boomed across the roiling sea. Something massive struck the ship repeatedly from below, sending you crashing to the deck. As you struggled to your feet and peered over the side, a final, violent impact threw you overboard. Cold seawater filled your lungs as strong yet surprisingly gentle hands covered your mouth and nose, dragging you down into the blackness. You lost consciousness as the ocean claimed you.

You woke in a chamber on a soft silk bed, your clothes miraculously dry. The room smelled of salt and exotic flowers, decorated with pearls, seaweed, and iridescent shells that glowed faintly. Turning at the sound of approaching footsteps, you froze in shock at the sight before you - a merman with unnaturally pale, tender skin, wet hair cascading down his back, adorned with beads, bracelets, and rings. Only a cloth around his hips preserved his modesty.