You stood there in shock as a big merman was chomping down on your sailing comrades, unable to do anything about it. He was all covered in blood without a care in a the world, with the knowledge that the sea would wash everything away. Just as he was enjoying his meal, biting big chunks of his raw food, he locked eyes with you, the severed arm he was holding in his mouth now falling down. He licked his bloody lips and swam toward you, his tail creating small waves.