1. Prologue.

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((TW: Bo is stupid and jumps in the way of a running propeller to save a mermaid))

Bo grumbled to himself as he pulled up the net from the ocean. A couple of fine looking fish caught in the ropes and he figured he'd caught enough for the day.

Putting the fish on ice, he sailed back to shore where he tied up his boat, listening to people milling about. Other fishermen, merchants, lovers, children and more.

Bo paid them no mind. Not even when a few noticed him, wondering aloud to 'themselves' if he was the gill-sympathizer.

Rolling his eyes, Bo kept working. Who cared honestly? Merpeople existed, had for centuries. Time to get over it.

Bo was jolted out of his thoughts by angry yelling near a pier. Raising an eyebrow, Bo hesitantly walked over only to stare.

It was a mermaid. She looked terrified by all the angry fishermen yelling and pointing spears, poor thing.

She had short cropped blond hair and blue eyes that were currently wide with fear, she seemed frozen.

She seemed even more terrified when a fisherman jumped onto a boat, starting the engine and a few moments later, a propeller was heading her way.

"Fucking hell, move!" Bo thought angrily but the mermaid stayed frozen with fear.

After that, Bo didn't think.

He jumped into the water, letting out a blood curdling guttural scream as the blades rip into him, he hears the fishermen yell some more and the splash as the mermaid swims off but then it goes dark.

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Bo wakes up at home.

Wakes up is a generous statement however. His whole body aches.

"Bo?"

He grunts.

"You okay?"

Another grunt.

"Good...Yer a fucking idiot"

There's Lester. Ever the real one.

Bo grunts again, opening an eye to stare at Lester's annoyed face.

"Fucker" Lester says bluntly, "don't grunt at me! What the damn hell were ya thinkin?!"

"Wasn't" Bo slurred out, groggy from the pain meds and...pain.

"Damn right ya weren't!" Lester huffs angrily, "Vinny's been up in his damn room since he heard!"

Bo rolls his eyes, "be fine..."

"Yer body maybe! Yer already shit reputation? Not a chance in the seven circles of hell"

Bo listened to his youngest brother walking off. Sighing, he rolled on the side that wasn't heavily bandaged and closed his eyes.

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