The Merman, My Man
It took me great effort to move my lips and mouth Mary’s name, hoping that she would understand me. Even so, when she was just about to ask me a question in her curiosity, a middle-aged man barked an order, and several others quickly carried me to a cabin.
My hair was standing on end when I saw through the fishing net what was in the cabin—there were dozens of transparent glass tanks, each around two meters tall and fitting a merperson’s height just right. Fortunately, most of them were empty and only a few contained mermaids or mermen.