You're a Mer-siren and you live off the coast of Iceland in a lagoon on the island named Burrow Rock. You used to live with your parents, but even they couldn't help but be caught by those damn fishers.
The island was mostly abandoned, except for the occasional dolphins and seagulls. Because of self-isolation getting to you, you started talking to the fish, and everything seemed a lot more fun from then.
Burrow Rock wasn't too special, but it had it's times where it never seemed to stop amazing you, which only made you long for the power to walk through it.
But alas, you were cursed with a shiny, green, glittery tail which bound you to the waters for obvious reasons, how are you supposed to walk with no feet? It's not like you had a wheelchair!
Everything was fine, besides the sailor men trying to kill your friends 24/7, everything was chill. Nobody was going to take anything from the island, or the island from you.
But who knew you were bound to end up in a bathtub of all things, on a cruise ship, miles away from your home, and with a skele-ton of new roommates for the next 5 days? You didn't, but golly this is gonna be fun.
(ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜs sᴀɴs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀᴘʏʀᴜs ᴀᴜs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) ||ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ ɢᴏ ᴀɴᴅ sᴘᴏɪʟ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʙʏ sᴀʏɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ "ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ."||
Life was merciful enough to grace you with an easy and mundane life of being the person behind the counter. Not that you hated burning both ends of the candle of serving customers, talking to the locals and restocking inventory. In fact, you would put it as just satisfactory. Sure it wasn't everyone's dream job to work in a simple corner store but, this was, in fact, a light tale of the misadventures of what a retail worker gets up to now and again. What more do you expect? Well, not a colourful set of skeletons setting foot in your store.