[o] Marauders

Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim

Thal could think of a lot of things a Mer probably didn't have: books, fire, bread, legs. She could write a whole list but figured this specific merman appeared particularly motivated by food. Leaning against the railing with easy confidence, she tilted her head in a way that had the overcast light glistening on her blue-black horns, a smile playing across her lips. "I've got a couple prime steaks that I was planning to eat for dinner along with a few bottles of top shelf bourbon. I'd be willing to offer them to you..." Her eyebrow raised in silent suggestion. "In exchange for a portion of the treasure you sunk." She'd only caught a glimpse, and that moment had told her that they'd only retrieved a fraction of the prize from the merchant ship. It would be such a waste to leave without it.

However, if that deal wasn't enticing enough for the merman, she gave him a shrug as she called out, "And as an added bonus, I won't let my men use you as target practice." The way she winked said she was joking, but the laugh of her men behind her said otherwise, their harpoons still locked and loaded. A single spark would also serve to ruin his prized crate, yet she left that part out for now, waiting to see his response to her initial offer.

I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name

Thalassa