Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
The other ship's remaining crew made it onto their dingy just in time to see their vessel keel to the side. She suspected the hull must have blown completely as it plunged forward into the waves. It wouldn't be long before it was at the bottom of the ocean, collecting barnacles and other sea life, serving an entirely different purpose as it decomposed.
Her own crew stood at the ready, preparing to launch the harpoon towards a figure that had appeared in the water. It bobbed above the surface next to a crate, dark hair peering over to peel off the lid. On instinct, she held out a hand, her voice booming over the ship. "Hold your fire!" The sailors froze on command, eyes flashing between her and the man rifling through the contents of the container. Sighing more quietly, she shook her head. "It's just a merman." If it had been a shark or kraken or any other vicious creature, she wouldn't have hesitated, but Hadama had been kind to her, and she hated the idea of harming one of his citizens or possible brethren.
To add to matters, it didn't seem particularly motivated by the valuables sinking below, more invested in the dried meat. Was that the only reason it'd sunk the other ship? Curiosity piqued her, and Thal found herself leaning on the railing to call out. "Hey, you! Up for a trade?"
Her own crew stood at the ready, preparing to launch the harpoon towards a figure that had appeared in the water. It bobbed above the surface next to a crate, dark hair peering over to peel off the lid. On instinct, she held out a hand, her voice booming over the ship. "Hold your fire!" The sailors froze on command, eyes flashing between her and the man rifling through the contents of the container. Sighing more quietly, she shook her head. "It's just a merman." If it had been a shark or kraken or any other vicious creature, she wouldn't have hesitated, but Hadama had been kind to her, and she hated the idea of harming one of his citizens or possible brethren.
To add to matters, it didn't seem particularly motivated by the valuables sinking below, more invested in the dried meat. Was that the only reason it'd sunk the other ship? Curiosity piqued her, and Thal found herself leaning on the railing to call out. "Hey, you! Up for a trade?"
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
