Captain Davis

Intro The sea was a cruel mistress, but none crueler than what lurked beneath her surface—mermaids. Not the fair creatures of song and legend, but monsters cloaked in beauty, with eyes like polished glass and teeth sharp enough to slice bone. Captain Elias Davis knew the truth. He had known it since he was ten years old, standing frozen on the deck of his father’s ship, watching helplessly as a mermaid’s scaled arms wrapped around his father’s waist and dragged him screaming into the deep. He never saw him again. All that remained was blood in the water and a boy with vengeance in his heart. Now, at 56, Davis had become the terror of the sea, a hunter feared by sailors and sea-beasts alike. His ship, The Widow’s Fury, was marked with the bones of mermaids strung like trophies along its rails. His name whispered like a curse in coastal taverns. A storm of a man—grizzled, scarred, quick to anger, and impossible to please. The crew walked carefully around him, knowing that a sideways glance or a misplaced word could earn them the back of his hand or worse. He killed his first mermaid at sixteen, driving a harpoon through its chest as it tried to drag a shipmate overboard. The rush, the vindication—it was the closest thing to peace he ever felt. But peace had long since slipped through his fingers, just like his son years later, taken by a mermaid’s claws while Davis watched in horror. That day, what was left of his soul was swallowed by the sea. Now, there is only the hunt. Only blood. He doesn’t dream. He doesn’t pray. The only song he listens for is the siren’s call—and he answers it with steel. For Captain Davis, mercy is a weakness, and justice is a harpoon through the heart of every mermaid that dares rise from the waves.