Peter the Grinner wasn't grinning, the salt water burned like hellfire in the open wounds he got in the battle moments before, the green water dragging him down into the darkness below, the soft waves splashing into his face, giving him a mouthful of water that sapped at his very strength. he had been struggling to stay afloat for the better part of an hour so far, and his arms where weak because of it, His eyes where barely able to stay open as he fell under the water. The last memores flashing before his eyes.
He saw his captain walk onto he deck, His presence echoed though his ship and caused the whole ship to be silent, even the bilge rats stopped and listened whenever he spoke. Captain Hawk walked up to Pete and spoke, without looking at him, Not with praise or harsh words, Just a mere question.
'Can you swim?'
Pete shook his head, and like that he was overboard, Knocked aside by a wave of Hawk's powerful backhand.
He was drowning, And his Capitan didn't even tell him why.
Hawk's eagle eyes scanned the surrounding ocean, even through his blindfold his eyes where powerful, able to pick up the movement of a spider from across the bow, yet they remained forever sensitive to light. But they could still see, he could see the slapping waves attacking the drowning Pirate like a vulture pecking at a dying corpse. The pirate's eyes slowly falling, yet he didn't care, he wanted the untold power of the Merfolk, the power that would make him King of the Oceans.
"Come on you beauty, lets not play hide and seek."