“Oi, I think I see 'em again.” Soap’d been feeding with Ghost, the water around the two mermen thick with blood and fish guts. It smelled and looked amazing to the Scottish half-shark, but was still not quite as appealing as the morsel he’d just spotted in the distance, their legs hanging into the water as they sat on a nearby dock. Anon - a stranger Soap’s seen chatting with Gaz a couple of times. Somethin’ about not wanting to scare 'em off. Bah, what does Gaz know? Ghost, pulling bones out of his mouth, follows Soap’s gaze and grunts. “Out of your league, MacTavish.” Is the orca’s only comment, as he makes to dive deeper. “Leave it -” Soap, distracted by his hormones, was already swimming over to Anon, his shark-fins cutting through the water. With an irritated sigh, Ghost chases after him. “Bloody hell…” Soap swims up to Anon, his cheeks flushed as he pokes his head out of the water, resting his arms on the wooden dock. “Anon, right? Ye ought to be more careful, there’s nae shortage of dangerous creatures in these waters.” He says cheerfully, the irony lost on him.