Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
With her more frequent absences from The Marauder, Thal made the executive decision to teach her first mate, Spook, how to lead the crew. It gave her one more reason not to talk and the perfect opportunity to see his leadership in action. If he could pass her tests, she'd feel more comfortable letting them run a few raids without her; however, she wasn't about to trust this novice first mate with her baby on the choppy seas. No. He'd start where many baby sailors did: the Spillwave Sea. Its gentle waves and perfect weather made it the optimal place to focus on the more basic of skills, like shouting commands and making decisions.
Spook had spent most of his life in the shadows, observing every little detail in order to survive and following commands. But that didn't mean he always knew what to do with that information. So as he noticed the shout from a familiar face off the starboard deck, his pale eyes turned to Thal, full of uncertain questioning.
He still had a lot to learn about leadership.
Jumping down from her perch above the ship's wheel, she made her way to the railing to put a face to the voice. She recognized the merfolk, smirking as she gave him a flippant wave of her hand. "Hm. Looking for another trade?" Thal leaned forward to glance at the water around him as she said, "I don'th thee any treathure." The distance and gentle sea breeze were enough to ease her discomfort about the lisp, hoping it might disguise it to their ears. If not, she was more than happy to fry her first fish of the day, even if she had to boil the entire ocean to do so.
Spook had spent most of his life in the shadows, observing every little detail in order to survive and following commands. But that didn't mean he always knew what to do with that information. So as he noticed the shout from a familiar face off the starboard deck, his pale eyes turned to Thal, full of uncertain questioning.
He still had a lot to learn about leadership.
Jumping down from her perch above the ship's wheel, she made her way to the railing to put a face to the voice. She recognized the merfolk, smirking as she gave him a flippant wave of her hand. "Hm. Looking for another trade?" Thal leaned forward to glance at the water around him as she said, "I don'th thee any treathure." The distance and gentle sea breeze were enough to ease her discomfort about the lisp, hoping it might disguise it to their ears. If not, she was more than happy to fry her first fish of the day, even if she had to boil the entire ocean to do so.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
