"You're all very skilled. Please forgive me for standing by and watching-as captain, I have to ensure the ship's safety."
His face lined with wrinkles and wearing a faint smile, Elland walked over to Nimrod and extended his hand in a friendly gesture.
Nimrod casually shook the blood and slime off his hand, then used a little wondrous Beyonder power to clean his palm before shaking Elland's hand. "The captain is the law aboard his ship. Naturally, I have no objections-I'm just an ordinary passenger. If I'm not mistaken, you must be Just Elland?"
But he soon heard the title Nimrod used and smiled quite happily-at least, he looked quite happy on the surface. "Seems I'm rather famous? Well, I have no intention of forcibly taking your spoils, but I do have a better proposal."
"Our next stop to replenish fresh water and food is in two days. You'd have to find a way to preserve the Fishman's corpse yourselves. Why not sell it directly to me? Since you've recognized me, I'll offer a fair price."
"One hundred and fifty-one hundred and sixty pounds. I heard how you planned to divide it, and I wouldn't want to make things difficult for you."
"Sure." Nimrod smiled. "But perhaps we could arrange the transaction a little differently, Captain. I'm curious about how Fishmen taste. Could we borrow the ship's cook? You can deduct the cost from my share of the payment."
Elland gave Nimrod a surprised look, then quickly caught on and replied cheerfully, "You don't look like someone who travels at sea very often-haha, there's no need to deduct anything. How about I treat you all to a taste of Fishman instead? Trust me, it'll be a delicacy you'll never forget."
At this point, Elland turned his gaze toward Donna and