Logan didn't know why he'd agreed to a Hawaiian vacation; he dreaded crowded beaches, too much sun gave him a headache, and sand annoyed him immensely when it stuck around literally everywhere. It went without saying that the young businessman wasn't expecting to enjoy himself at all, but his father had insisted on it. He claimed that he was working too much for being so young, and that he should go out and have a little bit of adventure and perhaps find love before he parked it in front of that CEO desk. In order to get him off his back, he agreed to spend a year in Hawaii as a getaway.

Now, he was entering his hotel room, closing the door behind him as he let out a sigh. "This may be enjoyable," he said to himself. "Perhaps not in the way my father hopes, but the solitude and peace will be appreciated."

Logan unpacked his things and pulled out his laptop. His first thought was to research the area he'd be staying in for a year. He figured it would be useless to stay at his hotel room every day, it wouldn't be healthy for him. 

Not only would he have to find things to keep him occupied, the young business man wanted to find a better place to stay than a hotel. The hotel his father had picked out was nice, but he didn't think that staying in such a manufactured environment was a good idea for his mental health. He wanted to find a rent-able beach house of some kind, so he'd feel a little more like he was on a long term vacation.

As Logan typed in his city into the search bar, he was astounded and shocked to find articles pertaining to one subject above all other things. "Mermaids?" he muttered to himself.

Countless articles were showing up about mermaid sightings and studies that had come up unsuccessful but still with some evidence just by the mention of the island. He narrowed his eyes, skimming through a few and analyzing the 'proof' they had to offer. Having a fascination with the natural world, he was interested to see what they had to support their preposterous argument that merfolk existed. Surprisingly enough, some of it was fairly convincing, but the young business man knew better than to believe in folk lore.

Shutting the laptop with a sigh, he stood and stretched. His search for something to do aside from relaxing had failed for the afternoon, so he supposed relaxing was what he was going to do on his first day in Hawaii. Checking his watch, he found it to be the perfect time to head down for a drink before dinner. He adjusted his tie and headed down to the lobby connected to a restaurant and bar. The hotel's bar was incredibly nice, and many people were relaxing there speaking with the bartenders who were serving them. When Logan pulled up a stool, a kind looking young man approached him.

"Greetings, the name's Roman, what'll ya' have?" he greeted with a clap of his hands. "Something sweet? Something with a kick? A virgin drink? You want it, we got it."

Logan looked over the options, finding a drink he though sounded pleasant and telling the bartender. "You wouldn't happen to have heard about all the mermaid rumors, have you?" he questioned as Roman prepared his drink. His eyes widened as he looked at him.

"They're not rumors," he said, looking completely serious as he slid his beverage toward him.

"Mermaids are creatures of fiction," Logan said as he took his drink. He sipped it, narrowing his eyes at the bartender with a challenge in his gaze. "They're rumors created to draw more publicity and tourism."

Roman, to his surprise, reached up to the top button of his shirt. Undoing it, he pulled out a necklace of some kind. He raised an eyebrow as he held it up. It was some kind of purple object. "This is an amethyst given to me by a merman I met once," he said, looking at it wistfully. His statement caught his attention, making him raise an eyebrow. "I was out on the beach at night, and found him washed up on shore caught up in a fisher's net. He would've died from dehydration and starvation if I left him there. I cut him free, and he almost bolted until I reassured him I meant him no harm. Once I convinced him, he stayed and talked to me for a little while and gave me this for saving him."

Logan wasn't sure if he bought the story, considering interjecting to point out that it was only his word that proved that happened. However, the look on the bartender's face as he looked the the stone told him that the story was true in one way or another, even if it was in his imagination.