Everyone turned to Ivan after speaking.
“Are you sure?” Crane asked, and then Ivan looked at him.
“You can look up fish gills if you have questions,” he told him.
Crane opened and closed his mouth before looking away. Silas, on the other hand, frowned.
“Gills? Fish gills?” he asked, unamused.
Ivan looked at him.
“Don’t act like having a tail and gills are impossible,” Ivan said, and then he sighed and looked at the corpse.
“We all thought that he was a merman the first time we saw him.” Ivan paused as he turned towards the lower part of the corpse’s half body.
He looked closely at the discoloration that they had first noticed in the pictures earlier.
“It wasn’t a bruise, a scratch, or anything. They are scales, all dried up,” Ivan said, plucking a piece of scale using his fin
