That could have gone better, I thought to myself as I watched the ship sink, flaming, beneath the waves. Or rather, as I watched most of the crew escape the sinking wreck in the safety of their lifeboats.
I could bring them down just as I had their ship, and much more easily, but they were aware of me now and thus full of rightful terror. Fear clouded my song’s effect on them; before it could've ensnared them they would’ve attacked me.
If I weren’t alone, if my pod were with me, I wouldn’t need my song. We’d overrun them, flip their boats, drag them into the deep...but I was alone, and they weren’t with me.
I would have to content myself with the few that had been swept overboard or hadn’t made it off the ship. Even two or three would be enough food for me and my pups for a while. It would have to do.
With a sigh, I flicked my tail and dived below to find and retrieve my catch from the hold of the currents.
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