The relative quiet port side sees Lang snatching the fallen fishman to to prevent her 'catch' from being lost to the waves. She's seen enough fish get wasted like that for one day. It's not until after that vulnerable moment passes that she finally notices the other one in the water has vanished. She's really not keen on diving into the water if she doesn't have to after it's been filled with blood like it has.<br/><br/>The stillness coming from starboard comes as enough of a indication to Lang that she has a moment to 'reel in her catch' for real. Without fanfare the dracotaur hoists the fishman up to her lips and starts gulping it's figure down. More food while at sea is always a welcome opportunity and it is a duty of sorts for her to perform her church's 'burial' when the opportunity arises. Two birds with one stone as the saying goes. Three if someome counts the feeling of fullness in her previously empty taur tummy once the body is settled in down there. If someone didn't catch Lang in the act they might not even notice she's eaten. The sagging of her lower stomach isn't a place most would put their gaze under normal circumstances.<br/><br/>With her second stomach finally filled Lang finally makes her way across the deck to check the other side. And finally notices the situation across the way is far worse than it was back at port. "Maybe I should have came over to this side too after all..." she finally mentions while scratching her cheek.