Isui was the so called 'fortune' of his family, hell, even generation as his folks must say. The power of being able to control the sea, set limits and challenges, it was all great and meant lots to Isui. The first year of his powers, he felt great, confident, he loved his life knowing that he had dreamed of this all his life. Isui enjoyed the attention he got from both females and males, it made him feel better about his looks and trained physique.

The female attention soon became almost uncomfortable, after all, Isui wasn't exactly interested in women, he more focused on men. Isui had always found male anatomy interesting, amusing, attractive, he knew he was gay before even reaching puberty.

But nothing lasts forever, does it? The male attention became uncomfortable soon after the females and now he just thought of the mermaids and mermen swooning over him as annoying. It was unbearable, almost making his blood boil.

One beautiful day as the sun was setting, Isui was out for his usual evening swim away from his home, enjoying the quiet peace and the sun coloring the sky in colors he had never thought would be possible. The water felt cool against his scales as he moved through the currents, the fading sunlight warming his shoulders where they broke the surface. Despite enjoying himself, he felt lonely..... really lonely. Yes, he had all the women and men wanting him, but Isui knew that they only liked him because of his powers, he longed for someone who could understand him, listen to him talk, maybe even love him truly and see past his flaws.

Suddenly out of nowhere, Isui saw a boat, it looked like a pirate ship and it was huge, possibly also transporting tons of trading goods to faraway lands. The wooden vessel creaked against the gentle waves, its sails partially furled as it moved slowly across the horizon.

"hmph." Isui mumbled to himself as he moved closer despite the risks lingering in both the cool air and water. The salt breeze carried unfamiliar scents—tar, wood, and something metallic. By now he was close enough to the boat to not be seen, but still being able to notice the faces of the crew members. One in particular caught his attention—a figure moving along the deck with confident, purposeful movements.