The Capture

River's POV:

The ocean stretched out before us, vast and dark, like the depths of my own unspoken obsessions. Waves beat against the hull, a steady rhythm I’d grown accustomed to over the past few days on the research vessel. But tonight, the ocean felt different. Beneath its glossy surface, there was something there—something I was certain could be the discovery of a lifetime.

My life, my work, had always pointed toward one purpose: the cure. Cancer. The word itself hung over humanity like a specter, casting fear and hopelessness into countless families, just as it had done to my own. My mother had been healthy her whole life, a nurse dedicated to healing others. But when the disease took her, slowly unraveling her body, I’d felt a new kind of rage, a fury that fueled my years of research, driving me deeper into the science, deeper into the search for answers.

Becoming a researcher wasn’t just a career; it was a calling. I’d spent years in sterile labs, pouring over data and samples, looking for anything—anything—that could put us one step closer to a cure. I believed in science, in the order of things, in the belief that with enough knowledge and technology, we could save lives. And yet, here I was, far from the controlled environment of the laboratory, standing under the open night sky, on the cusp of something beyond the realms of conventional science.

“Dr. Rivers!” a voice called from the opposite end of the boat. I looked over and saw Darren, one of my lead researchers, standing by the sonar equipment, his face pale. “I think we’ve got something. It’s… unusual.”

I hurried to his side, clutching the edge of the equipment. On the screen, a distorted shape flickered, moving slowly but deliberately beneath us. My heart raced, pounding in my chest. For days, we’d picked up erratic signals—unexplained readings that didn’t match any known species or anomaly. I’d dared to hope, but now, seeing the shape, the magnitude of it, I felt a thrill I hadn’t expected.

“Are you seeing this?” Darren whispered, his voice edged with fear and awe.

I nodded, barely breathing. The shape was immense, moving with a grace that defied its size. It seemed to pause, hovering below us, almost as if it sensed our presence. I leaned closer, caught in a mixture of fascination and something deeper—a kind of reverence I hadn’t felt since I was a child, staring at the stars.

“Get the nets ready,” I said, my voice steady, though my hands shook. “We’re not letting this one go.”

The crew scrambled, each of them as anxious and uncertain as I was. But there was no hesitation. They knew what this could mean. They’d heard my theories, my relentless pursuit of something beyond the mundane, my insistence that we had to push beyond the limits of known science if we ever hoped to eradicate cancer and transform medicine.

This… this was the kind of discovery that could change the world.

As the nets deployed, I felt my heart thundering against my ribs. The ocean rocked us, steady and rhythmic, yet beneath the surface, tension was building, as if the water itself knew that something monumental was about to happen. And then, a surge—the vessel jolted violently, sending several of us sprawling across the deck.

“What the hell was that?” someone shouted, scrambling to their feet.

I pulled myself up, grabbing the edge of the netting gear as I looked over the side. At first, all I could see were dark shadows. Then, through the rippling water, a shape rose, looming larger and larger until it was right below us, ensnared in the netting. My breath caught.

A figure—a creature, no, a being—was trapped there, tangled in our nets. His skin was a deep, shimmering blue that caught the moonlight and turned it silver. His eyes, even from here, glowed like embers, sharp and unyielding, but somehow… sorrowful. Muscles rippled along his arms as he struggled, his fins slashing through the water, but the netting held strong. For now.

A collective gasp came from the crew. No one moved, every gaze transfixed on this impossible creature, this merman or sea creature, this being out of myth and mystery that had somehow crossed into our world. And for one long, terrible moment, he looked straight at me.

My heart twisted.

In his gaze, I saw a fierceness, a wild, raw power that demanded respect. But there was something else—something deeply human, something vulnerable. And that look, that split second where we held each other’s gaze, was enough to shatter everything I thought I knew about myself, about my work.

For a moment, I could almost feel his thoughts, as if they pulsed through the water and into my veins: You shouldn’t be here.

But I shoved the feeling down, hardening myself against the pity that threatened to rise. This was the discovery I’d spent my life working toward, and I wouldn’t let a flash of empathy stop me now. I’d dedicated everything—my education, my career, my family—to fighting this disease, to finding the answers science had yet to uncover. And if he—if this—held the key to understanding the regeneration we needed, then I couldn’t allow emotion to stand in the way of that mission.

“Dr. Rivers, what do we do now?” Darren asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“We get him on board,” I replied, steeling myself. “Notify the department. Tell them we’ve got something big.”

The crew hesitated, exchanging glances. They could sense the gravity of this, the uncertain line we were crossing. But none of them questioned me. They knew how hard I’d fought to get here, how relentless I’d been. They knew my story, knew the nights I’d stayed late in the lab, poring over data until my eyes burned, fueled by the memory of my mother and all the lives we could save.

It was a promise I’d made to her, one I’d carried every day since. And if this merman, this creature, held the key to making that promise a reality, then no hesitation, no sense of sympathy, would stop me.

I watched as the crew carefully hoisted him out of the water, their movements cautious but determined. His body twisted in the net, fighting to break free, but the struggle was futile. As they secured him onto the deck, he let out a low, guttural sound that vibrated through the air. It wasn’t anger or rage—it was something else, a sound so mournful it made my heart ache.

I stepped closer, my gaze locked onto his, searching for… I wasn’t even sure what. Answers? Understanding? Redemption?

As if sensing my thoughts, his eyes met mine again, the glow in them dimming, as if he’d accepted his fate.

“Dr. Rivers,” Darren said quietly. “What are we going to do with him?”

I didn’t answer, my gaze still fixed on those haunted eyes, eyes that seemed to ask me questions I couldn’t answer. The moment hung between us, heavy and electric, a silent plea that stirred something deep within me, something I couldn’t ignore. But I forced myself to turn away, to look beyond his pain and see only the potential within his DNA.

“We’re going to save lives,” I whispered, more to myself than to anyone else, as the department’s confirmation blipped on the radio.