"You sure? Well, thanks, I guess I'll do that, give me a holler if you need me." he said, raising a brow and forgetting momentarily that plastic couldn't cry, and niether could fish. Grabbing the still unused line and bait, he made his way to the oppossite side of the boat.

Eyes wide and frightened, the mermaid tried to jerk at the hook in panic, whimpering as it dug deeper into her skin. Trying to bite at it, she recoiled immediately as pain stung her now cut lip. "Kiiiii!" she squeeled in discomfort, blood dripping down her wrist.