The Merman, My Man
There was a glass deck over the cargo hold, inside of which contained countless captured merpeople—the ones I saw being captured.
What surprised me more than that was who I found among them. The girl whom Bob had been using—a mermaid, to be precise—was right beneath me, and I was sure that she must have turned into a mermaid like I had.
She clearly noticed me, and was pushing against the glass to stare at me warily, but as I leaned down to meet her gaze, her eyes suddenly widened, before she put up a hopeful and respectful look. She pressed her paw against the glass, as if begging for me to release her.