Wheeling Gull Isle young blood, gotta pull the trigger

Akantha didn't like the answer, but she probably wouldn't have liked it regardless. The fact of the matter was: she was soured on them, and no amount of diplomacy was going to salvage it. Akantha was a petty creature, at times, indicated by her rising to the bait and mocking him for his language with her own cruel insult. She was not a serene Siren; she was a tumultuous storm. 

The furrows of her brows deepened, and she spared a glance towards the sandbar. It was still fully exposed, though the tide was creeping further and further towards the crest. Within an hour, it would be gone again. Her gaze shot back to his and she nodded. "Yes. On that I give you my word. It is the only kindness I will offer you." The Sea does not deserve your bones. 

Akantha motioned to it and waited, unwilling to bend until he (and his boy) was long out of her sight.