Her clan was everything. It was how she'd been raised. Serve the clan. Serve the goddess. Kai didn't think twice about checking the trap at the edge of their territory. Their clan needed food and the others were too young to go to the surface. It fell to her as the second oldest. It was her duty. And she was their leader. Tail pumped the briny waters as a shadow passed overhead. Mouth split into a sharp-toothed smile. Perhaps her members would get more food than they originally had hoped for. With spear ready, she pumped her fin toward the surface. With her voice, no sailor would be able to resist her call. Only. She wasn't expecting the sudden onslaught of nets. The shadow wasn't the ship. It had been a decoy. These sailors were hunting her kind. Slavers. Kai squirmed in the roped-net, murder ringing from her iced-azure gaze. "She's beautiful," one young sailor mused, getting close, ogling her chest. "She'll eat your face off, kid. Wouldn't get that close. She'll fetch a hefty price," he jabbed her with his spear. Webbed-fingers curled around the rope, dark hair glistening in the morning sun, a hiss escaping through already chapped lips.