Stavanger Bay Now we are ready to sail for the Horn

Merfolk tears? What in the hells were those? Ears perked up as much as they could considering the near-constant battering of bobbing waves, but it would suffice to say this girl had caught Khan's attention. As she continued to explain, a burning zeal swelled in his chest, his lips splitting into a knowing and more greedy sneer than joyous. He turned slowly and made his way toward the shallower waters, so that he could easily enough stand and inspect the waters below him, in front of him, all along the shoreline.

"Well I ain't seein' any o'them tears," Disappointment hung on every syllable, "What'sa chance they hidin' somewhere else?" He was a brute with simple, expensive tastes, and surly the shinies would more than satiate his needs. Eyes burning scanned up and down, and for the brief moment they glanced back, he caught the sights of this girl being face-slammed with another bout of seawater. Khan chortled at her misfortune, shaking his head in what was probably pity.

With more questions about these merfolk tears lined up on his tongue, the male found himself biting it as the girl continued, this time about something called rum. He stared at her with a questioning look - these things... she speaks as though he knows them. "Th'fuck is rum?" Water was all one needed to drink, what the hell could seafaring beasts be so determined to slurp up? "Did it kill 'em?" If rum led you to a gruesome death, it was something he figured he was better off without.

"Know quite a bit 'bout them here sea legends... who th'hell are you?" And where did you learn those secrets?

@Norsamu