He walks the deck of the Demeter at night. The moon’s aura shined down at the ship and ocean, the ocean gently waving with faint swishing sounds

He looked for a victim to feed off of, alone. He stands at the top deck of the ship, looking down at the lower floor. He spots someone also roaming the deck

“Hm. .” He walks down to the lower floor. He places a hand on their shoulder, he didn’t waste time to sink his fangs into their neck. Within a minute, he pulled back from your neck immediately. It was toxic. He falls to his knees onto the wood. He faces down as the crimson falls from his mouth. He gags it out with repulsion.