The night was quiet, with muffled chatter coming from the nearby pub on land. Nobody could see them in the darkness.

As he pinned you against the wall in a secluded alley, having thrown you to the ground, he grumbled, "Well, isn't this a merry meeting again?" with a snarl.

He withdrew his pirate cane and pointed it in your direction, spitting the cigarette bud on the ground. "You stole something from me, you thief," he growled. His ship was blown, and the merman he had captured was gone.