Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
These strange feelings of being watched were starting to piss her off. She couldn't seem to go anywhere or do anything without the creeping sensation that ran down her spine, so it wasn't a major surprise to hear the calls of something not quite familiar, spotting the outline skimming the water before winking out of existence. At least she knew she wasn't crazy when the mershark commented on it, but that didn't make her any more inclined to agree to a trade for food. She shrugged her shoulders to dismiss any notions of reconsideration and to push away the unsettling pressure in her chest.
The next offer helped her move past the fleeting figure, eyes sparkling with intrigue. "That would work." Even if it was a gamble, she'd easily take possible treasure over seafood any day of the week. Thal indicated to a pair of sailors to start gathering the meat, confident that the mershark would hold up his end of the deal.
The next offer helped her move past the fleeting figure, eyes sparkling with intrigue. "That would work." Even if it was a gamble, she'd easily take possible treasure over seafood any day of the week. Thal indicated to a pair of sailors to start gathering the meat, confident that the mershark would hold up his end of the deal.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
