You had managed to accomplish what no man and a mere handful of Gods have done. A meeting with The Tyrant of The Oceans.

He sat on the very end of a rather long table, his hands resting in his lap, eyes closed. Upon your arrival, however, they'd open. Ocean blue eyes looking in your direction, holding no love nor care - not even bothering to look you in the eyes.

"Little fish. Your attempts to speak to me have been admirable. State your wishes."