Saving Sergeant Sebastian

[Farmer the Mer]

The Sharkpit, the number one undersea dive in the whole of the Minisink territory. Farmer had often visited under the pretense of delivering kelp and crabmeat, but beyond that business he also used it as a collection point where his various informants would leave their maps with the bartender. Picking up the airskin his beverage was sealed in, Farmer took a long sip from the rubbery straw, probably made from seal skin, swishing the cool liquid around in his mouth before swallowing.

Hn, fresh water. Ain’t gonna get this outta the Farm.

The reason for this visit wasn’t a simple info-run, however. Ever since the last of his crab herd had been killed off, he’d been struggling to expand his network through business. Hell, even maintaining his current connections had taken a toll. Thus, he looked to the stage, resting an arm on his crab companion Stabo. Coming out from beyond the kelp curtain was another crab, a mighty shelled beast with a sizeable claw, a few bubbles escaping its mouth, and then a few more, and then it began to snap its pincers in rhythm with the bubbles forming a relaxing beat.

‘Behold!’ the crab’s manager telepathically announced to the Sharkpit’s residents. ‘Sebastian the Singing Crab!’

A fine creature, and one that Farmer wished to acquire from the manager... one way or another. With such a talented creature and Stabo, Farmer could breed a herd better than before and likely expand his market from just food to other niches of the economy.

[Sol]

This is it , finally a moment of freedom for the young mer known only as Rustle. The young mer decided to use this free time to just swim around and give zero fucks about what is going around, being lazy and roaming around is truly the best thing you can do. Freedom from what you ask? Of course the rest of his siblings and alchemy teacher. Now the young mer does not hate his family not at all in fact he quite likes them, but every once in a while he needs some me time. His Alchemy teacher however can go screw himself, that guy is the biggest annoyance in the world. always yacking away at stuff Rustle does not understand, so he did not want to see him at this moment if only he ended up being a simple miner that would have been fun.

And on his way swimming around the young mer would hear something strange in his head, another mer talking about something called ‘singing crab’ the first thought that came to the boy was the fact that he did not know what a singing crab ix, it sounded like an alchemical term. So reluctantly swam up to the spot where this singing crab is supposed to be, he would find himself next to the mer known as Farmer but at this point that was not important at all, the young mer focus was on seeing what this so called singing crab is all about. If it is indeed something relating to alchemy the boy would use it and show off to his teacher so he can get him off the hook and let him roam around as much as he pleases. Maybe one day making his dream come true and create the best and most awesome boom this world has ever seen.

[Garner]

The Sharkpit was one of a small amount of social hangouts on the seabed, probably owing to the fact that Mer society wasn't exactly one indicative to standing - swimming? - around and casually talking; the most social it probably got was the clan-wide mega-grudge of Reisah, where they bound together like one big spiteful family.

Nonetheless, the 'Pit was one of the places Garner could be reliably found, when not draconically poring through or adding to his precious hoard, or stitching up injured hunters. There was an undercurrent of...not hostility, but quiet disdain from his peers, and more often than not he mostly kept to himself, but it was a way to pass the time, if nothing else. It was also nice to taste the fruits, or in his case fish, of his labour, freshly prepared and seasoned, or whatever cooks did to fish.

As the young Mer quietly relaxed, his pet lazily circling him, a crab emerges from the curtain of kelp hiding the back of the stage, the main focus of the Sharkpit. Apparently very well trained, it began to sing...in a manner of speaking. In tandem with the rhythmic snapping of claws, Sebastian the Singing Crab had managed to make the Sharkpit's atmosphere one even more relaxing than before. Music truly was a powerful tool. Tapping his foot - or rather, lightly swishing his tail - to the beat, Garner decides to try his luck and approach one of his fellow patrons: what was the point in coming to a social hub if he wasn't going to be social?

Eyeing up the Mer in the room, Garner eventually settles on a surprisingly handsome one, his crab companion accompanying him. Soundlessly, he swims over to the pair, telepathically sending a 'friendly greeting', whilst Envenomate drifts in figures of eight, eyeing them up.