Cerious chuckled and grasped his pistol, pulling it from his belt and shooting it off in to the distance. The loud 'bang' of the gun going off echoing around the deck.<br/>Then his calm eyes glanced back down at the merfolk.<br/>"Yes...it makes things dead."<br/><br/>"...and I think you 'be', my new bartering tool. I'm a pirate...once we get our hands on things...we don't give them back." Black turned abruptly and started stalking off towards his cabin.<br/><br/>"Bring him inside, he can have the cage in my room. Also, bring up some fish, or whatever it eats."<br/><br/>Black disappeared inside his quarters a few moments later, expecting his crew to do as told.