The snack that smiles back

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

As the mershark dipped beneath the waves and her crew left to gather the steaks, Thal glanced around to make sure she was alone. Spotting no one else in the proximity, she took a moment to practice her cursed tongue twister. She mumbled softly under her breath, working hard to enunciate each word. "Fred fed Thed bread, and Thed fed Fred bread." The hard T's were giving her difficulty, but she still had a few more minutes, and at least there weren't any S's to trip her up. After some focus on the name 'Ted,' the captain was able to complete the phrase, "Fred fed Ted bread, and Ted fed Fred bread." The T's were still slightly rounded, soft at the sides, but it didn't seem to matter, the curse shifting in her chest.

By the time the mershark and her crew had returned, Thal was grinning, her fangs on full display. They had obviously put a lot of effort into securing the chest, and she hoped that meant it might hold something valuable within. Her confident commands had the sailors secure the crate like before (flotation keeping the red meat from getting wet) then lower it to the water below. Meanwhile, a few others lowered a ladder and rope to secure the chest from the exhausted mershark. She watched the exchange from above with an approving nod of her head. "Good work. Your meat should be thafe in the crate."

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

Thalassa