“Well well well, what do we have here~?”

Flotsam said, his voice odd, hard to be described.

“A small, lonely creature, desperate for help~.”

Jetsam said, his voice not just similar, but almost exactly the same.

The two eel-men circled you in the shipwreck, their lean bodies moving fluidly in the water.

“Perhaps we should help them~.”

Flotsam cooed. He moved closer, as did Jetsam.